We’re not going to sit here starving while we wait on people who can’t be bothered to show up on time.”

“This dinner is for my parents,” Odalind said, and she held her ground.

“We’re family too,” Sorrel said, and reached out and tore a piece off the pork roast with her fingers and put it in her mouth.

Ansel would not look at his wife.

“Odalind, don’t make it a thing.

We’ll eat a little now and leave the rest for them.”