Chapter Eight

Bonnie

“You go take a break for a bit,” Chef told Bonnie, patting her on the shoulder. “You got all the dishes done. Dinner will be soon enough, and it's going to be a doozy.”

Bonnie's arms were tired. Her feet were tired. She'd washed dishes all morning, all afternoon, and was preparing herself to wash dinner dishes again this evening. It was hard, but it was worth the room and board.

“That sounds great. Thanks,” Bonnie replied, putting her drying towel up on a rack. “What's for dinner?”

“Tacos,” Chef informed her. “My secret recipe for the salsa.”

“I'm already looking forward to it,” Bonnie said. “I mean, the meal. Not the dishes.”

Chef laughed. “Go take a break. You've earned it.”

Bonnie thanked her and took off her apron. She stepped out into the warm summer mountains sunshine. The scent of pine was almost overwhelming, but it was dry and pleasant. There was no humidity up here, even after all the rain.

She walked past the garage, sad to see that Dylan wasn't in it working. She'd