I looked down at my plate. “Habit.”
No one had ever said my name like it mattered before.
Violet noticed my growing connection with Rick quickly.
“Grandpa likes you more than the rest of us,” she said one night.
“That’s because I say thank you when he passes the potatoes.”
“No. It’s because you argue with him.”
“Only when he’s wrong.”
She laughed. “Exactly.”
Then one night, while Violet was upstairs helping her mother, Rick asked, “Have you ever considered marrying for practical reasons?”
I looked up from my tea. “As in health insurance?”
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