CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 

 

Luna missed her father but felt much better being with Henry. She wondered about him. He was a bachelor through and through, but she sensed he enjoyed having some good cooking. She wondered if he had ever been in love. She thought about asking a couple of times but couldn't find the words.

It was nice to watch him work on his projects in the basement. She liked a man who was good with his hands. The timer went off, and she removed the cookies from the oven. It made her think about the bakery. She missed the early mornings, the baking, and especially the customers. Luna knew most of them by name, and she knew their kids' names, their favorite cookies, and who could be enticed to try something new.

Luna wanted to call the bakery and hear their voices, but Henry had told her it would be dangerous. She didn't understand what harm it would do, but she figured he had a good reason. She wondered what her father was doing. She imagined he was miserable because hiding from the mob was not his usual routine. He hated having his routine changed. She sat down at the window and looked at the snow covering everything in a warm blanket. Luna wondered what type of woman Henry liked. She imagined he was partial to the movie star type, but she didn't know. It would be on her mind all day.