Here We Come (Aggie's Inheritance) (87 page)

“If
he
doesn’t
respect
me,
will
that
make
it
worse?”

“I
don’t
see
how
it
can.
We’ll
see.
It
can’t
hurt
to
try.”
Luke
pushed
the
gift
toward
her.
“I
had
to
do
it
when
I
saw
it.”

Aggie
considered
the
decision
made
and
the
subject
changed
as
she
pulled
the
wrapping
paper
from
the
box.
“Oh,
Luke!
It’s
too
much!”

“Now
you
can
have
your
favorite
coffee
in
half
a
minute
if
the
reviews
I
read
are
true.”

She
walked
him
to
his
truck,
her
arm
wrapped
around
his
and
leaning
on
him.
“Thank
you.
I
didn’t
expect
you
to
have
time
to
come
tonight.”

“Mom
says
she’s
got
plans
to
give
us
some
time
to
go
out
and
do
couple
things
like
registering
at
stores
and
all
that
stuff.
I
say
we
spend
it
kicking
back
and
doing
something
fun.”

“I
need
it,”
she
whispered.
“Besides,
it’s
not
like
we
need
to
register
anyway.
We’ve
got
everything
we
need
and
then
some.”

Luke
pulled
her
into
a
hug.
“We’ll
get
through
this,
Mibs.
Every
mother
has
bad
day—sometimes
weeks.
We’ll
start
with
a
few
days
off
from
Laird
and
then
a
few
days
away
from
everyone
so
you
can
recharge.
I
think
you
just
need
a
break.”

Friday,
December
26
^th

“He
just
loved
the
flies.
It
was
perfect.
I
can’t
thank
you
enough.”

Willow
smiled
her
acknowledgement
and
pinched
at
the
bodice.
“I
think
this
fabric
stretches—which
is
weird.
It
shouldn’t.
Anyway,
I’ll
have
to
take
it
in
a
bit,
but
even
if
I
don’t,
it’ll
work.”

Aggie
smiled
at
Vannie’s
pleased
face.
The
dress
was
perfect.
She
looked
like
a
red-headed
Zenita
Shinn.
“How
does
that
pink
look
good
with
her
hair?
It
should
look
terrible.
We
were
going
to
go
with
blue
at
first,
but
this
worked
and
it
looks
even
better
now.”

“
No
green?”

“On
St.
Patrick’s
month
?
You’re
kidd—oh,
you
are
kidding.”

“Well,
I
don’t
think
it
would
really
matter.
Not
r
eally
but
this
pink
and
red
…
I
never
knew
it
would
look
this
nice
together.”

“Ok,
this
one
is
ready
to
go.
Ellie’s
is
next.”

Neither
Ellie
nor
Kenzie
needed
any
changes
to
their
dresses,
but
the
twins’
were
several
inches
shorter
than
Willow
expected.
“I’m
not
going
to
hem
these
until
the
last
minute.
I
don’t
want
to
cut
them
off
now
and
find
out
that
they
grew
more.”

“Children
are
a’pposed
to
grow,”
Cari
informed
their
hostess.
“Mrs.
Sullivan
said
so.”