Chapter 356: Something To Be Sour About

While it had been my intention to return to Petunia's immediately, to resume my own work and leave the staff of the lodge to the setup Mom had so artfully created, I instead found myself, two hours later, slinging hotdogs and hamburgers while Mom served them off the smoking grill next to her. She worked with her usual aplomb but I could tell even she was getting to the point of irritated frustration. At least, if the not-so-subtle depositing of each plate into my hand, hard enough despite being only paper, to smack my skin with a soft sound, was any indication.