Kyran became Deirdre’s kitchen helper. Around 5:00 p.m., they heard a knock on the door, prompting Deirdre to clap the flour out of her hands in joy. “Sweet! That has to be Glenna! Let her in, Kyran!”

A subtle change shadowed Kyran’s expression, though he ultimately obliged and answered the door.

The young woman had a few bags on her fingers when the door opened. When she saw Kyran, her eyes dodged him for a second.

Steeling herself, she called out, “Hi, Mr… Reed.”

Kyran nodded and stepped aside to let Glenna in.

Deirdre strode out of the kitchen and greeted cheerfully, “You came just in time, Glenna. A new change of kitchen helper is sorely needed! Kyran’s just no good at these things… He could not even peel and slice those potatoes right. If we want our dinner to happen soon, I’m gonna need your help.”

“Well, well, well! You’re in luck! This is exactly what I’m born to do!” Glenna placed the fruits down and rolled her sleeves. “Let me at ‘em!”

Her usual preppiness had return