“She wasn’t sure if it was the two and a half margaritas she’d drunk at Margaritaville, or talking about her father retiring, or her mother’s cancer, but she woke repeatedly in the night, anxious and uneasy, and each time the same question returned: what would she do when Mom was gone? She’d have so much more free time. She’d need to fill that time. Adopting a child would be a good thing. Would the rest of the family agree? What would Tommy and Cass think? Would Cass mind? Of course she’d mind. ...Cass wanted to be a mom, too. At seven, Kit gave up trying to sleep and headed down the house’s steep staircase to the small kitchen to make coffee. Plopping down on the sole kitchen stool, she waited for the coffee to brew. Her head hurt and the worried, uneasy feeling lingered. She shouldn’t have had the rest of the second margarita, much less the first half of the third. She wasn’t much of a drinker and should have known her limits, but after talking about Meg and Jack, then Mom and Dad, she had gotten a little too serious, and Polly had made it her personal mission to make her laugh.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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