Michael nodded. His eyes shifted to her hand. He had no idea the significance of the small stone. "It's nice. Did you find it outside?" He was thinking the younger kids, at least Maggie, would enjoy hunting the property for beautiful stones. Young Harry would be more interested in rocks and mud.
He took a piece of bacon from his plate and bit off a bite. He certainly remembered Charity's less appetizing meals, but that had been long ago. Now she was, in Michael's humble opinion, a far better cook than any of those who appeared on television cooking their outrageous concoctions.