Rick glanced at each of them and said, “Who’s going to say…” He paused, then let out a small rasp of laughter and cleared his throat. “Who’s going to bless the food?”
“I’d love to say grace,” Grace replied over-sweetly. “Shall we?”
They all bowed their heads as Grace prayed. Her family wasn’t much into religion, but Hannah’s was devout, and Grace had learned to appreciate the good side of religious observance through her friend. The Fleming teens had never known it any other way, so Hannah and Grace at least had to respect Aunt Sharon’s and Uncle Luke’s wishes.
After she said “amen,” Rick sniffed the air. “Is something on fire?”
Grace thought it was another tasteless joke—until she smelled it, too!
“No!” she cried. The rolls! She forgot to set the timer! She jumped up from the table, hoping to rescue what was likely incinerated by now. She swung around… and knocked her glass of water over. When she grabbed for it—which yanked her sore back—she managed to smack it to the floor, where it shattered into a million pieces.