dried her hands on a kitchen towel and grabbed the pot of coffee. She refilled Donâs cup and her own with the last two cups. Don made things easy for her when he said, âIs there something you want to talk about?â
She nodded. âItâs Sara.â
âI figured as much. What mischief did the little monster get into this time?â
Kate wished it were something as simple as childhood mischief. âIâm afraid itâs more than that, Don. She seems to have trouble telling the truth. I donât know if she mentioned this to you or Deb. The day you leftââ
âDon, get the hell out here!â Debbie shouted from the living room.
He stood. âDuty calls. And Kate, thanks for taking care of the girls. As for Sara, I know sheâs a handful. I think being the youngest is hard on her. Iâll keep an eye out, though.â
Before Kate could even begin her account of what had happened, Don left the kitchen. She followed him, but much to her dismay, Debbie and both girls were ready to leave. Their luggage was already in the car. Now all she needed to do was say her good-byes. She really needed to talk to Don about Sara. She would call him as soon as they returned to Florida. It might even be easier that way. Kate wouldnât have to see the look on his face when she told him about the incident in her studio. Yes, it was better that way. After all, what could Sara do in the next twenty-four hours while they were all in the car together?
âWe had a great time, Aunt Kate. I canât wait till Christmas break. Youâre letting us come up then, right, Dad?â Emily asked.
âIf Kate and Alex still want to have you, itâs fine with me. Debbie?â he questioned.
âWhatever, Don. Youâd think you girls would want to be with your family at Christmas, but as usual, you both do whatever you want.â Debbie glanced at the gold Rolex watch on her wrist. âWe need to go. I donât want to get a late start.â
Kate hugged both girls. âWeâll see you at Christmas this year. Make sure and send us a list so Iâll have plenty of time to send it to Santa.â Sheâd been saying that to the girls for as long as she could remember. And even though, obviously, neither of them still believed in Santa Claus, they still continued to send her long lists every year.
âI donât want to come here for Christmas. Itâs too cold,â Sara said to her mother.
âThatâs months away, Sara. Weâll discuss it later.â Debbie nudged Sara toward the front door. âLetâs get in the car.â
Kate and Alex hugged the girls one last time. Don gave Alex a quick hug, while Debbie gave her usual air kisses.
âCall us when you get home so we know you made it,â Alex said to Don.
âRemember, Iâve got that cell phone in the car if you need to get in touch before we get home.â
âIâll do that. You be safe, old man.â Alex placed a hand on Donâs shoulder, gave a quick pat, then a nudge, pushing him toward the Explorer. âNow get out of here. Take care of those girls.â
âWill do,â Don said.
As they traveled down the winding drive, Kate watched them leave. She experienced an eerie feeling, so strange in fact that she was uncomfortable. She stood on the front porch until their vehicle was no longer in sight. A sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach caused her to run to the edge of the drive. She needed one last look at their car. She didnât know why, but something about their departure nagged at her in a bad way. She shook her head, telling herself it was because sheâd let Don leave without speaking about Sara. Never mind that sheâd almost convinced herself it was better to do over the phone. No, this was more. Something she couldnât quite put a finger on.
Kate went back to the house, feeling bereft. She shouldâve been happy to have
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