The Princess Problem (15 page)

“Love you, too, Sweetie.” Her father gave her an extra squeeze, then held her suit jacket while she slipped her arms in.

She fastened the three buttons. “Time to get to the station.” She picked up her purse, glad to get away from threats of old boyfriends being invited to Sunday dinner and excited to get to the weather.

“What is the forecast for this week, anyway?” asked her mother. “I haven’t heard yet.”

Dad shrugged again, said, “With Breezy, it’s always sunny,” and disappeared behind his paper.

Her mother said, “I hope there’s a date in Breezy’s forecast.”

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