“No. Too expensive.”
“Sorry, traffic,” Leana said, though we all knew she’d been sitting in her car perfecting her lipstick. lunch with the steps leana lovings
And for once, walking to our separate cars, we were three women who’d chosen to be there. That’s more than blood gives you sometimes. That’s more than blood gives you sometimes
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said.
She nodded slowly, then reached into her purse and slid a folded check across the table. “Consider it an early birthday present. Don’t make it weird.” “Consider it an early birthday present
“Did you buy it?” she said, fork hovering over her salmon.
The restaurant was one of those quiet, sun-drenched places where the cloth napkins are folded like fans and the waiter knows your stepmother’s name. Leana Lovings arrived last, as usual—sunglasses still on, silk blouse catching the light. She kissed the air beside my cheek and slid into the booth across from her stepsister, Mia.