I picked a random page and that was page 14 and part of page 15.
Mrs. Frawley, who was observing this whole conversation, leaned over. “Can I give you kids one word of advice?” she asked?
We both nodded.
“Cupcakes,” said Mrs. Frawley, very seriously.
When you said one word, you meant one word, Sarah Anne said.
Mrs. Frawley chuckled. “Well, here’s a second word for you: chocolate cupcakes.”
“What about them?” I asked.
“Nothing cuts through tension like baked goods,” she said, extremely seriously. “If things get tense and it’s like the party’s going south, break out the chocolate cupcakes. Works every time.”
“Alexia had found pregnancy relatively manageable, up to a point. That point having been some three weeks ago, at which juncture her natural reserves of control gave way to sentimentality. Only yesterday she had ended breakfast sobbing over the fried eggs because they looked at her funny. The pack had spent a good half hour trying to find a way to pacify her. Her husband was so worried he looked to start crying himself.”
I had random.org select a page and it selected page 31.
Peter turned away and watched Bud’s canoe disappear inside the snow. Over by the shore, something disturbed the pines. Snow tumbled from a bough and a pale hand withdrew round the back of a tree trunk. Peter opened his mouth to reassure his dad that he could take whatever the committee decided, but the words weren’t there any more than the feelings was. When he looked back across the water at the tree, a woman-shaped thing was standing there.