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humiliating. I opened it right
in front of Sophie Watts! A gross of them!”
“Why did you wait until you got to school?”
“They just came last night. And I was tired. And you let me sleep.”
“This is my fault now?”
“I’m just saying that the kids ended up with ghetto
bags, the brown lunch bags I brought for them to make puppets during the party.”
She felt the tears even before she knew she was crying. “And all those parents
think that I actually planned for the goody bags to be like that.
Another show of Catherine Marie’s half-assery.”
“It’s not so bad.”
“It was bad. Since I used the bags, we couldn’t
make puppets so Sophie Watts stepped in and ‘saved the day’ with her extra craft
supplies that she carries with her everywhere in a rolling suitcase. Just in
case someone screws up. Namely me. It was unbelievable …. And do you know
that she had lemonade in her trunk too?”
“In her craft case?”
“In her trunk , Fynn. Her car. Jugs of the
stuff. Ready to serve. She offered it up to me like a thousand sharp daggers
dipped in saccharine. I would have rather they all went thirsty than drink her
crummy in-case-Cat-fucks-up lemonade.”
“What?”
She stopped, realizing what she’d said. “I forgot to
get drinks,” she mumbled. “And cups.”
“Sounds like—”
“Don’t say it.”
“Say what?”
“Tell me that Sophie Watts is not the enemy. She is,
Fynn. I know it. She might just be the Antichrist, or at the very least she’s
Martha Stewart’s evil clone. She has everyone else snowed, but I can see right
through her.”
“I was going to say that it sounds like you had a rough
day.” He stepped up to her and folded her into a hug. “And I’m not even going
to ask about the cupcakes.”
“Please don’t. That is all Tara’s fault anyway.”
“Tara?”
“It turns out that even from a distance she can screw
everything up,” she grumbled against his chest. Because the cupcakes would
never have been lost if she hadn’t had to put everything down to get out her
phone because Tara was calling and hanging up and calling again and she had—to—stop—the—noise.
“Do I want to know why Cara is preoccupied by Magnus’s
eating habits?”
“Probably not.”
“You sure?”
Catherine heaved a sigh, knowing it would come out
eventually. Too many people knew. Not the least of which being Drew. “I forgot
about Cara’s turnip costume. I remembered last night and rather than try to rig
something up I called Drew. She happened to have a carrot costume left over
from when Lyle was a carrot for Mrs. Karnes. Anyway, I didn’t want Cara to know
I forgot about her so I told her that Magnus ate the turnip.”
“You blamed the dog?”
“I’m not proud of it,” she assured him.
-10-
“Feeling better after a nap?” Fynn asked, standing at
the stove.
“I guess,” she said warily. “So what’s the special
occasion?” She motioned at the pots of sauce and pasta on the stove.
“I just wanted to do something nice for you because
you’ve been running ragged for days.” He avoided her eyes and kept his hands
busy, turning to some bread he had left on the cutting board, attacking it with
gusto.
“Seriously?”
He shrugged at the bread.
“So, can Grammy Elizabeth and Pop-Pop come for a
visit?” Cara asked breathlessly, careening into the kitchen.
“What?” Catherine choked on the knob of bread she’d just
stolen from the cutting board.
“They want to come and I want them to come and you
said someday soon they could come, so can they?”
“What?” she asked, louder and more forcefully,
directing the syllable at Fynn this time.
“Yeah, about that… your mother called while you were
sleeping.”
“You talked to her?” she demanded.
“For a few minutes.” Like that would lessen the blow
or excuse him.
Cara wandered off, bored.
“Why didn’t you just let the machine get it? You
shouldn’t have to deal with that,”
in front of Sophie Watts! A gross of them!”
“Why did you wait until you got to school?”
“They just came last night. And I was tired. And you let me sleep.”
“This is my fault now?”
“I’m just saying that the kids ended up with ghetto
bags, the brown lunch bags I brought for them to make puppets during the party.”
She felt the tears even before she knew she was crying. “And all those parents
think that I actually planned for the goody bags to be like that.
Another show of Catherine Marie’s half-assery.”
“It’s not so bad.”
“It was bad. Since I used the bags, we couldn’t
make puppets so Sophie Watts stepped in and ‘saved the day’ with her extra craft
supplies that she carries with her everywhere in a rolling suitcase. Just in
case someone screws up. Namely me. It was unbelievable …. And do you know
that she had lemonade in her trunk too?”
“In her craft case?”
“In her trunk , Fynn. Her car. Jugs of the
stuff. Ready to serve. She offered it up to me like a thousand sharp daggers
dipped in saccharine. I would have rather they all went thirsty than drink her
crummy in-case-Cat-fucks-up lemonade.”
“What?”
She stopped, realizing what she’d said. “I forgot to
get drinks,” she mumbled. “And cups.”
“Sounds like—”
“Don’t say it.”
“Say what?”
“Tell me that Sophie Watts is not the enemy. She is,
Fynn. I know it. She might just be the Antichrist, or at the very least she’s
Martha Stewart’s evil clone. She has everyone else snowed, but I can see right
through her.”
“I was going to say that it sounds like you had a rough
day.” He stepped up to her and folded her into a hug. “And I’m not even going
to ask about the cupcakes.”
“Please don’t. That is all Tara’s fault anyway.”
“Tara?”
“It turns out that even from a distance she can screw
everything up,” she grumbled against his chest. Because the cupcakes would
never have been lost if she hadn’t had to put everything down to get out her
phone because Tara was calling and hanging up and calling again and she had—to—stop—the—noise.
“Do I want to know why Cara is preoccupied by Magnus’s
eating habits?”
“Probably not.”
“You sure?”
Catherine heaved a sigh, knowing it would come out
eventually. Too many people knew. Not the least of which being Drew. “I forgot
about Cara’s turnip costume. I remembered last night and rather than try to rig
something up I called Drew. She happened to have a carrot costume left over
from when Lyle was a carrot for Mrs. Karnes. Anyway, I didn’t want Cara to know
I forgot about her so I told her that Magnus ate the turnip.”
“You blamed the dog?”
“I’m not proud of it,” she assured him.
-10-
“Feeling better after a nap?” Fynn asked, standing at
the stove.
“I guess,” she said warily. “So what’s the special
occasion?” She motioned at the pots of sauce and pasta on the stove.
“I just wanted to do something nice for you because
you’ve been running ragged for days.” He avoided her eyes and kept his hands
busy, turning to some bread he had left on the cutting board, attacking it with
gusto.
“Seriously?”
He shrugged at the bread.
“So, can Grammy Elizabeth and Pop-Pop come for a
visit?” Cara asked breathlessly, careening into the kitchen.
“What?” Catherine choked on the knob of bread she’d just
stolen from the cutting board.
“They want to come and I want them to come and you
said someday soon they could come, so can they?”
“What?” she asked, louder and more forcefully,
directing the syllable at Fynn this time.
“Yeah, about that… your mother called while you were
sleeping.”
“You talked to her?” she demanded.
“For a few minutes.” Like that would lessen the blow
or excuse him.
Cara wandered off, bored.
“Why didn’t you just let the machine get it? You
shouldn’t have to deal with that,”
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