and me. Even Grandma Grace if we can get her cleared.”
I stopped walking.
Vivien: “What about Audrey?”
Not worried. Casual. Like asking whether to pack an extra umbrella.
A pause. Then my father cleared his throat. “She’s busy with her landscaping. Besides, a trip like this is expensive. We don’t want to burden her with the cost — and frankly, she doesn’t continue reading …