“You’re getting tall,” she said, glancing at the child’s sneakers.
“Still no sense of how to dress for dinner, I see.”
Lily looked down at her shoes.
They were white canvas, freshly cleaned because she had scrubbed them herself that afternoon.
Sarah laughed too quickly.
“She picked them out herself.”
“That explains it,” Claudia said.
Ryan felt Lily’s small body move closer to him.
Jared arrived twenty minutes later already smelling of bourbon.
He was Sarah’s brother-in-law by marriage, though he carried himself like the head of the entire family.
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