“Shush, she doesn’t get much of a chance to show off,” Johnny whispered.
She came back with a lovely cream of mushroom soup in a large silver tureen. Johnny served the soup. “Mrs. Mills, soup is perfect for a day in late September.”
She also made a pork loin, German potato dumplings and red sauerkraut. Not much was said as everyone stuffed themselves with food. As Brian wiped the brown gravy off his plate with some homemade bread, he told Davey, “We always eat a big lunch on Saturday. If our Masters want to play on Saturday night, then it’s a good thing to have just a light supper in your belly.”
“So why were you in foster care?” Jim asked. Davey saw Brian kick him under the table.
“My mother was a heroin addict but she refused to terminate her parental rights. She stopped coming to see me when I was eight. My social worker said she might have overdosed but the department didn’t have the funds to go and look for her.” Davey took another piece of roast pork from the platter.