LITMIR.BIZ

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Aunt Betty to take us.” Madison drained her glass.

      “We’ll see. We don’t even know if there are openings.”

      Although Madison didn’t say anything else, her mouth tightened, and she stared down at her lap. For a couple of seconds it appeared as though Liam wanted to say more, but when he didn’t, Sarah rose. “I’ll write the number down for you.” She moved to the desk under the wall phone and jotted the contact information on a piece of paper.

      Madison clapped her hands. “Oh, goody. I know how to swim, but Katie doesn’t.”

      “Yes, I do.”

      “No, you don’t.” Madison glared at her.

      The noise of the garage door opening sounded as Sarah returned to the table and passed the paper to Liam. Now she would spend all evening answering questions about Liam McGregory. She contemplated trying to hurry the trio out the front door before Nana and Mom came in the back, but dismissed that strategy because if it wasn’t Liam, her mother would home in on someone else. She just wasn’t ready yet. She needed to get that point across to her mother.

      “It won’t hurt for both of you to take classes,” Liam said as the door from the garage opened into the utility room. “Finish your drinks, girls. We need to leave.”

      Her mom’s gaze latched on to Liam then drifted to Madison and Katie. A gleam lit her eyes. Sarah could almost see the hundred questions flying through her mom’s brain right now.

      Sarah faced the two women entering from the utility room. “This is my mom, Tina Knapp, and my grandma, Carla Knapp.” She gestured to the trio. “This is Liam McGregory and his nieces, Madison and Katie. They live down the street and—” she swept her arm toward Gabe waking up and rising from his doggy bed “—they found Gabe. They put up posters. I saw one tacked to a telephone pole today.”

      Her mother grinned, put her purse on the counter and shook Liam’s hand. “That’s great. Sarah has been so upset about Gabe being gone. We need to fix that hole in the fence better. Obviously what we did last time didn’t work. I declare that dog of yours is like Houdini.”

      Katie scrunched up her face in a thoughtful expression. “Hou—denny?”

      “One of the best escape artists, child,” Nana said, her purse still hooked over her forearm. “My mother used to tell me about the time she saw Harry Houdini escape from a water container while handcuffed in a straitjacket and then lowered into it upside down. She said he was amazing.”

      “How did he do it?” Madison asked.

      “By holding his breath three minutes while under water.”

      Madison’s eyes widened. “Really?”

      Nana nodded then took off her hat, something she insisted on wearing whenever she left the house. Sarah inspected her grandmother’s legs that still showed a faint reminder of where the dyes splashed her. But the tennis shoes she wore were shiny white as if they’d just come out of their box.

      “I took Mama to get a new pair for work. The others were ruined,” Sarah’s mother said as she sat at the table.

      Liam smiled at her mother next to him. Sarah had visions of her launching into her interrogation before he had a chance to escape. Sarah started to say something, but he stood.

      “Girls, it’s time to go. We still have to make something to take to the meeting.” Liam turned to Sarah’s mother and grandmother. “It was nice to meet you both. I’m glad Gabe is back home.” Liam corralled his nieces toward the hallway so fast Sarah’s mom could only blink.

      Katie paused, signaled her uncle to bend down. She cupped her hand near his ear and whispered, loud enough that everyone heard, “I’m not glad. I’m gonna miss him.”

      “Shh, Katie. He isn’t our dog.” Liam was the last to disappear from view.

      But Sarah heard Madison say, “We shouldn’t have made those posters.”

      Sarah’s mother laughed. “He has his hands full with those two. I’ve heard some stories from Betty about her grandnieces. So that’s Gareth’s older brother. Betty has brought them to church, but I haven’t seen much of him.”

      Here come all the questions. “Liam is a firefighter and has a crazy schedule.”

      “Ah, yes.” Her mom tapped the heel of her hand against her forehead. “I remember Betty telling me that.”

      “I’m going to my room,” her grandmother muttered as she shuffled toward the hallway.

      Sarah’s mom waited a minute after Nana left, then said, “I had to take her back to the shop and make sure there was enough food for Sammy on the stoop. She was worried he would get hungry.”

      “That cat has to weigh twenty pounds.”

      “And Mama put most of those pounds on him.” Her mother crossed to the fridge and poured herself some iced tea then retook her chair, peering at Sarah.

      She sat across from her mom. Dark circles she insisted were from allergies highlighted the weariness in her mother’s eyes. This was why she’d come home. She needed to remember that rather than get frustrated at her mother’s attempts to play matchmaker. That first week back in Buffalo she wouldn’t have stayed if she’d felt her mom hadn’t really needed her. Not only had her health suffered, the salon had, too.

      She sipped her tea. “It’s a shame he can’t join his nieces at church more. Gareth was there every Sunday.”

      “I think Liam feels a little overwhelmed with everything that has happened, being a single dad, new job and town.”

      “That’s why he needs a woman.” Her mom eyed Sarah. “Someone like you who is organized and a hard worker. Loves children.”

      Sarah held up her palm. “Stop right there, Mom. You’ll get grandchildren when I find the right man, with no help from you.”

      “I’m not going to say another word about Liam McGregory today,” her mother said. “I know it hasn’t been easy coming back to Buffalo, but I appreciate your assistance.”

      Today was the only word Sarah really heard. What about tomorrow or the next day?

      “Hon, I’m gonna need you to fill in for me on a committee I’ve been on the past five years. I don’t think I would be very creative and helpful with all that has been happening with Mama these days.” Her mother pushed to her feet. “In fact, let’s order pizza. Right after dinner I’m going to head to bed.”

      “Nana had a bad day.” Thankfully Sarah hadn’t seen in the past eleven weeks she’d been home too many of that type of day. “Did she give you any problems at the shoe store?”

      Her mother put her glass in the sink then turned, her mouth twisted into a frown. “Other than insisting on buying a pair of heels for work? No.”

      “I remember when I was a kid she always wore heels to the salon.”

      “But in the past few years she’s worn tennis shoes. She’d break her neck if she worked in heels. Can you fill in for me on the committee? It meets at noon at a restaurant downtown. For April and May once a week, or until everything is taken care of. The fund-raiser is June 4.”

      “I’ll get the dates from you and make sure I don’t have any clients scheduled at that time.”

      “We’ll figure something out. The next meeting is this Tuesday.”

      “What’s it for?”

      “It’s for the day camp at our church. It gives needy children in the area who can’t afford the cost a chance to go. The fund-raiser kicks off the camp, which the kids can attend for June and July. Money is tight. For many working parents it’s a lifesaver.” Her mother headed for her room. “Will you order the pizza, please? I need to get off my feet.”

      Sarah

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