on the nightstand.
My mother came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a dish towel, smiled, kissed my cheek. “There’s my girl. Oh, you brought the pie. Set it on the counter, honey.” She picked Ellie up and bounced her once, called her pumpkin, set her down, and turned back to the stove.
Ashley appeared from the guest room doorway in joggers and a continue reading …
