Laden down with kiddos and cookies, Jessie and Kat decided to caravan to the Turnbull farm in separate cars. When they drove up, Jessie let Kyle and Kaylie out of the truck cab. The kids ran over to Kat’s car to unload Kris and about three dozen cookies. Jessie rested her wrists on the top of the steering wheel and peered out the windshield at the cozy farm house the Turnbull’s had called home for decades. She noticed Claudette’s touches even from the front porch. Gorgeous ten gallon geraniums flanked the front steps that led up to the whitewashed front porch. Hanging pots were scattered around the porch between posts with different types of streaming ivy.
Jessie noticed some familiar looking rocking chairs off to the side of the porch. It looked like Case’s handiwork was making its way around Chancy.
“Come on Aunt Jess,” hollered Kaylie as she hopped up and down outside the car, dropping a few crumbs off the plate of cookies she had.
Jessie grinned and opened the door, “Careful sugar, you’re going to drop your goodies before Percy and his brothers get to try ‘em.”
“Okay, do you think I can save a cookie for the piggies?” Kaylie eagerly asked.
An impatient Kyle behind her just rolled his eyes and tugged on her sleeve. “Come on, let’s go see Ms. Claudette.”
As the troop made their way up the front steps, Claudette opened the front door, “Who’s that I see on my front porch?!”
“Is us!” called out Kris.
With a good chuckle, Claudette hauled little Kris up for a hug, “So I see sugar, so I see. Come on in and let me take those cookies off your hands.”
Claudette ushered the kids through the front room and into the bright sunny kitchen and dining area that served as the hub of the Turnbull farm. Through the back windows you could see the barn off to the left and the wide open peanut fields to the right and beyond. Jessie walked to the back windows as the kids and Kat unloaded their plates of cookies on the counters. Kaylie was informing Miss Claudette that some of the cookies were for the piggies as Jessie watched Percy come around the barn followed by Peter and Paul. There was no doubt that all three were brothers. They had the same height, give an inch or two, same no-nonsense stride and Turnbull ears.
