Chapter 43. Stories from the Past

Diwana was still in the middle of the story, with the very attentive Eron intently staring into her dark chocolate brown eyes, when they heard the front door squeak open. They both turned towards it in unison, already knowing who they were going to see.

“Hello, we just finished putting all the ingredients of the beef stew inside the Dutch oven and the potatoes are done too. Do you mind if we join you guys so we can listen to the story, too?”

Diwa's eyebrows knitted together while Eron couldn't help but smile a bit at what he heard.

“Erica, how did you know…” the widow began.

“Well… I did kinda hear you…” Macky answered for his older sister, in a sheepish tone.

“From the kitchen? I don’t think your ears are that sharp…”

“No… I mean, sorta… " the young boy interrupted awkwardly, "I kinda took some wild thyme and marjoram from the side of the house because Erica asked for some and… well…”

Di's mouth fell open, “You mean, you eavesdropped on us,