“That would be very nice. I hope that she has some for his father, too. Grace’s cookies and her other treats, as well, are terrific. I’ve never had such good sweets to eat.”
“We better follow her so she doesn’t get in trouble. I want to talk to you about this room, too.” She turned toward the door and walked after Georgie.
He cocked a brow. “What about it?”
She pursed her lips, to keep from smiling. “Come let’s go to the kitchen.” When they got to the kitchen she sat at the table. The kitchen, though aged, was well equipped. When you entered from the living room an oval oak table sat with five chairs and one highchair. Across from the doorway was the sink and counters. Next to the sink was the dishwasher. At the right end of the counter was the refrigerator. In the corner was the door to the pantry. To the right of the pantry was more counter and the glass-topped stove.
At the left end of the counter was the door to the back yard. The wall had pegs on it for coats and below the pegs was the chair from the table to make room for the highchair.
In the kitchen, Grace was pulling a fresh batch of cookies from the oven. She set those on the range top and turned off the oven. “Come, my darlings,” Grace walked to the counter where a plate of cookies sat. “I have cookies and milk for you.”
A dark haired boy, who looked to be a carbon copy of his father, ran to the table from the counter where the cookies were and sat at the table.
Georgie ran after him.
Shavon stood, grabbed her baby girl and then lifted her high into the air and then kissed her on the cheek. “You want in your highchair so you can have a cookie?”
Georgie pointed at the highchair. “Down.”
After she sat Georgie in her highchair, she buckled her in and pushed back the tray toward the baby. Then she walked to the sink and washed her hands before returning to the table. “Okay, Grace, I think we’re ready
Grace carried a tray of cookies to the table and set them in the middle. Then she got plates, napkins and glasses. Last she brought out a carton of whole milk.
Brody took one of the plates and placed a large chocolate chip cookie on it, then put the plate on the table in front of his son along with a napkin. He grabbed a second plate and napkin, then picked up a cookie for himself.
Shavon took a plate, napkin and two cookies. One of the cookies, she broke into smaller pieces and put them on the tray of Georgie’s highchair.
Shavon looked over at the boy. “And what’s your name?”
“Davy.”
Shavon smiled. “Davy is a nice name for a boy.”
Brody smiled. “He’s named after my wife’s grandfather. He was my wife’s favorite person in the whole world.”
Shavon turned back to Davy. “How old are you?”
“Five.”
“Wow, you’re very grown up for five.”
The boy smiled. “My dad says the same thing.”
Grace got one of Georgie’s sippy cups from the upper cupboard by the sink and returned to the table. Then she filled it from the carton of milk and gave it to the baby girl.
Grabbing for the cup, Georgie missed and knocked it over sending it tumbling to the floor.
Thank goodness for screw-on lids.Shavon picked up the cup and put it back on the tray.
Brody raised a brow. “Aren’t you going to wash that lid?”
Shavon looked over at Georgie and shook her head. “The lid is fine. It won’t hurt her if it’s got a germ or two. She needs them to build her immunity. I mean, I don’t want her to go eat dirt, though I wouldn’t be too upset if she did, but she can’t become immune to everyday germs if she isn’t exposed to them.” She took a bite of her cookie followed by a swallow of milk. “Which is also the reason she eats peanut butter and loves it. Sophie, her mother, didn’t believe in not letting her get dirty, so I don’t, either…within reason. By the way, I love what you did, in her room, and I was wondering if you would paint murals in all the bedrooms?”
Brody swallowed before answering. “I can probably do that before the completion date in six months. You were planning on being open by Christmas, correct?”
Shavon nodded and then wiped Georgie’s mouth. “I want to have a real old-fashioned Victorian Christmas open house. I figure if people see how beautiful the house is, they might want it for a wedding venue as well.”
Brody stood and went to the cupboard for a cup, then went to the coffee maker and filled his cup before returning to the table. “We should discuss what repairs you want done first. I know the floor, the stairs, and handrails on the porch all need to be replaced. The roof has places that need new shingles and the kitchen needs to be gutted and redone. What else would you like updated?”