said. âGosh, Iâm sorry.â
Gosh, Iâm sorry.
Margaret hadnât said
gosh
or
sorry
in a sentence . . . well, ever. Sheâd basically told Rachel and I in secret sister code,
I wish Iâd drenched She Devil.
âHey, good seeing you two.â I hooked my arms into Rachelâs and Margaretâs. Another minute and Margaret would douse Elizabeth, and I might be tempted to help. I pulled my sisters toward our table and we sat. Margaret and Rachel drank heavily, and I was grateful my stomach was settled.
âWhatâs it like to be Elizabethâs kind of successful?â Rachel said to me. âWhen you were in D.C. you had her kind of vibe.â
âIt was great. To know you were in a groove. Yeah, great.â
âAnd life sucks for you now?â Rachel said.
âNot exactly sucks. Itâs different.â
Margaret studied me. âWould you go back if you could?â
In a heartbeat. âI donât know.â
Margaretâs gaze narrowed. âOf course you know. You arenât saying.â
âIâd go back in a snap,â Rachel said. âI wasnât Elizabeth, but I was in a great place. Hard work and crazy hours, but I really did love my life when Mike was alive.â
Margaret sipped her beer. âIâve lots of education and dozens of part-time jobs to look back on, but thereâs no great accomplishment. Iâm thirty-six and can finally hold my head up when someone asks me what I do for a living.â
I understood. I held my head high, but it was a lot of bravado these days. âIâm glad you have the job in St. Maryâs. It was made for you.â
âEnjoy it,â Rachel said. âSavor every moment.â
Margaret frowned. âYou make it sound like itâs not going to last.â
I wished I could have said otherwise but having a company shot out from under me had changed my worldview. âI hope it lasts forever.â
Margaret held up her half-full beer mug. âA statement loaded with enthusiasm.â
Rachel shook her head. âThe fact is, Margaret, it doesnât matter how hard you love your work, sometimes life dumps on you. You can fight, scream, scrap, or beg, but life doesnât give a shit and it takes what it wants.â
Jobs came and went and some really were terrific . . . really terrific, but losing family was a game changer.
Adding family also changed the game. What had Mom always said in high school?
For Godâs sake, whatever you do, donât get pregnant.
Damn.
âI donât want you to leave. Crap, Margaret, we were getting into a groove,â Rachel mumbled. âI know you have to go, but Iâm not going to like it.â
Margaret was silent, and I could see leaving wasnât going to be easy. When Iâd left the bakery at eighteen, Iâd been full of steam and had no intentions of looking back. But Margaret had stayed in Alexandria and had tried to help when she could. Yeah, she could be bitchy and grumpy but she was loyal to the bone.
âI swear on Mom and Dadâs lives if you stay, I will kill you,â I said.
Rachel finished her beer. âDitto.â
Chapter Five
Sunday, 9:00 P.M.
12 days, 10 hours until grand reopening
Income Lost: $0
B y the time I climbed the stairs to my room, my limbs drooped as if each weighed thousands of pounds. My stomach was settled, but my head pounded.
It had always seemed if you were carrying life inside of you, youâd feel good and full of energy. It never occurred to me youâd feel as if a truck had slammed into you. Mom and Rachel both had had great pregnancies. Tons of energy and no morning sickness. But I didnât share their genetics. I shared my birth mother Terryâs DNA.
Terry and I had reunited a couple of months ago. It had not been a greeting-card moment but rather a tense and very trying meeting. Sheâd been more nervous than me, and