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that afternoon.
    Savannah rose from the sofa. “Sure.” She glanced over at her mother. “ Wanna come, Mom?” she asked.
    Gladys looked up from her Kindle, thought about it and said, “No, I think I’ll read some more. I’m almost to the good part.” She grinned and then looked down at Buffy, who was curled up in her lap. “Besides, I don’t want to disturb this sweet cat. What’s her name, again?”
    “Buffy. Just look at her color—buff—Buffy.”
    Gladys ran her hand over the cat’s long fawn and chocolate fur. “Buffy,” she said.
    The cat raised her head and silently mewed.
    “Let me get my mud boots,” Savannah said, heading toward the kitchen. She glanced out through a window and noticed it was slightly overcast. She added, “And my jacket. Bri, do you want to borrow my clogs?”
    Brianna shook her head in disbelief. She looked down at her own feet and then over at Savannah’s.
    “You could wear your slippers inside them like you did last spring. Then they’ll fit those dainty feet of yours.”
    “Didn’t bring my slippers. I’ll just wear these tennies. I can wash them if they get muddy.” She looked over at the dog’s empty bed. “Hey, where’s Lexie?”
    Savannah emerged from the service porch wearing her rubber boots and a jacket. “Oh, I think she went out with Michael.”
    Once outside, the sisters walked across the lawn, along a stone pathway toward the corral. They waved at Michael, who was installing a latch suitable for padlocking on the tack room door. Lexie, who had been lying near where Michael worked, spotted the women and rushed out to greet them.
    “Can she come with us?” Brianna asked.
    “Yeah, if she wants to,” Savannah responded. She looked over at the dog and noticed she was dancing excitedly around as if eagerly awaiting an invitation. “Come on, girl,” Savannah urged. Lexie looked back at Michael and then trotted after the two women.
    “Sis,” Savannah said, “what’s going on with you and Bud? I’m not getting good vibes from you.”
    “Nothing. We’re fine,” Brianna lied. And Savannah knew she was lying. She remained quiet.
    “It’s just that…” Brianna started.
    “What, Sis? What’s wrong?”
    Brianna stopped walking—leaned against an old tree stump. “I don’t know if I’m ready,” she said, her eyes welling up with tears. She blotted at them with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
    “Ready for what?”
    “Ready to settle down.” She looked up at her sister. “Have I done enough dating? What if Bud isn’t the one?” She buried her face in her hands and said, “Oh Savannah, I don’t want to make a mistake.”
    Savannah let out a small chuckle. She chuckled some more and then she threw her head back and laughed out loud. She held her stomach and bent over laughing, her body shaking, her shoulder-length, blunt-cut blond hair falling over her face.
    “What’s so damn funny?” Brianna asked, staring over at her sister through angry eyes.
    Lexie sat next to Brianna glancing from one to the other of the women.
    Savannah tried to speak, but couldn’t get more than a couple of words out at a time through the uncontrollable laughter.
    Brianna pushed away from the stump and the dog jumped back a little. “Really, Savannah, how rude. What’s so funny?” She stomped her foot and said, “Tell me this instant!”
    Savannah stood up straight, wiping at her eyes. She nudged her sister aside, and sat down on the tree stump.
    “Well?” Brianna said, crossing her arms in front of her.
    “Let me catch my breath,” Savannah pleaded.
    Brianna stood staring down at Savannah defiantly, arms crossed. “What?” she shouted.
    Michael looked up from his project several feet away, smiled, and rolled his head from side to side. Looks like the sisters are having fun. Gosh, it’s refreshing to see Savannah laughing out loud like that.
    “I think I’m having déjà vu,” Savannah finally said, dabbing at her eyes with a wad of tissue.
    Brianna