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“Oh, I forgot to tell you. She called tonight to confirm Wednesday and she wanted me to tell you how much she is looking forward to seeing you.”
“She did? You know, she and my mom didn’t get along. I thought maybe she’d think I was like Mom, too.” A worried look settled on her brow, and Vanessa couldn’t help but put an arm around her.
“I don’t think there’s even a chance she’ll think you’re like your mom, honey. There’s not a mean bone in you.”
“Mom wasn’t mean, Vanessa. I don’t want you to think that. She just—just didn’t think of anyone but herself. She told me it was because she grew up poor.”
Vanessa didn’t want to hear the woman’s excuses. It didn’t matter how she grew up. A child was a child, and she needed love and care from a parent who put her first, regardless of the mother’s upbringing. But she’d spare Lindy another lecture tonight. Instead she said, “Well, Mrs. Abby will like you just the way you are, I promise.”
Lindy smiled and nodded. “I’m so looking forward to Wednesday!”
“I know you are. But try to get some sleep between now and then or Mrs. Abby will think I’m working you to the bone!”
As Vanessa rose to leave, Lindy laughed. Vanessa bent to kiss the girl’s cheek. “Good night, honey. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Good night.”
Vanessa went back downstairs. She wanted some decaf coffee before bed. She needed to think.
Betty was still in the kitchen when she entered.
“Why, hello, child. I thought you’d gone up already,” Betty said.
“No, I thought I’d fix a cup of coffee.”
“I’m fixing a pot now for your parents. They’re in the library if you want to join them.”
“All right, I will. Thank you, Betty.”
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