store.
I was picking apples while Lily sat in the shopping cart chewing on a plastic giraffe. Vivian appeared near the bread section and froze in place. For a second, she looked older than I remembered. Smaller. Her pearls were gone. Her hair remained perfect.
She stared at Lily.
Lily stared back, unimpressed.
Vivian looked at me. “She has Marcus’s eyes.continue reading …
