She didn't know how many people would eat but Mrs. Guthrie needed enough plates to put the food on plus some extras for whoever decided to join them at the table. Mugs for coffee or tea, glasses for juice-- Amara hadn't set up an elaborate table setting like this in forever. It was nice. Usually everyone ran downstairs at different times, grabbed whatever they could, and fled out the door to get to whatever they had to do. Already it was starting to feel homier.

"If there's anything you need, please ask me. Not that Sam, Jay or Paige won't have you taken care of," Amara quickly amended. No doubt Sam would make sure that his mother was happy here because if Momma wasn't happy, no one was happy.