daughter on the cheek as she walked past. âI almost stuck to you!â she said. âMaybe Allie can give you a damp washcloth and you can run it over your face and neck.â Morgan nodded, and Sarah called her good-byes and left.
Allie stood and carried a handful of glass to the garbage under the kitchen sink. âCrisis averted. Come on, Morgan. Letâs go get you a washcloth, and then find something to do upstairs.â She extended a hand for Morgan to take.
But Morgan remained frozen in place. âMy hairâs all sticky,â she said. âAnd my clothes are ruined.â
âNo problem,â Char said. âYou can rinse off in Allieâs bathroom. She can lend you something to wear home. Weâll put your clothes in a plastic bag, and your mom can wash them later. Wine stains will come right out. Youâll see.â
âYeah,â Allie said, pointing to the staircase, on whose bottom step Sydney now sat. âYou know where my room is, right? And my bathroom? You go clean up, and Sydney and I will look in the basement for some old clothes of mine. Iâll bring you a plastic bag, too.â
When they were gone, Char took the cleaning supplies into the kitchen, washed her hands, and stood for a moment gazing at the space where Morgan had stood. She reached into the cupboard for a new wineglass, filled it, and handed it to Lindy. She found her own glass, still sitting on the counter, and Colleenâs, which she slid to her friend.
âIâll hang on to this one more tightly,â Lindy said.
Colleen, pointing to the almost-empty bottle, said, âI hope youâve got more, for when Sarah comes back. If ever a person needed a drink, itâs that woman. That was a lot of mood managing. Iâm exhausted from the effort, and sheâs not my daughter.â
Char walked into the family room with her wineglass and a new bottle of merlot, and motioned for the others to follow. âI have a feeling the Crews donât drink.â
âShe deserves to make an exception for today,â Colleen said, sitting heavily. âI forgot how much work young kids are. And they have that younger one, too.â
âStevie,â Char said, sitting beside Colleen on the couch to leave one armchair for Lindy, the other for Sarah. âVery sweet boy,â she said, and here she lowered her voice, leaning forward so they could both hear. âHeâs got some pretty significant speech and motor issues. They just found out in the fall, and itâs been a real strain. Theyâve been told that with intensive work, he might be able to catch up by kindergarten.
âSo, they take him to all kinds of therapy and do all this work with him at home. Thatâs the exhausting thing, if you ask me. Notonly the work itself, but the constant calendar-watching: is he progressing fast enough, or will he have to be in special classes? Morganâs a piece of cake compared to that, if you ask me. Anyone can spill food and make too big a deal of it.â
She realized then that she hadnât heard the teenagers come upstairs from the basement. Nor had she thought to ask Allie if there were clean towels and washcloths in her bathroom. âLet me go check on things,â she told the others.
She found them in the basement, doubled over with laughter, each holding up an old outfit.
âI canât believe how much pink you wore!â Sydney shrieked. âAnd the frills!â
âRight,â Allie said. âLike you didnât have the exact same dress, Fashion Police.â
Char reminded them of the girl on the second floor who needed something to wear, fast, and they stifled their laughter and got back to work. âWe have to find her something thatâs not completely embarrassing,â Sydney said. âIt might take a while.â
Upstairs, Char grabbed a towel from the linen closet and walked into Allieâs room, hoping Morgan
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