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Monday morning found them in the driveway, exchanging good-bye hugs. Stephen had to catch a flight back to Seattle for work. Leah was staying behind to work on the wedding.
âJust like the old days!â Bill declared wistfully. âBoth my girls back home.â
Millie eyed Iris evenly, her expression more strategic than emotional. âIt will give you kids a chance to finally catch up.â
Iris wasnât so sure. This was her time to sort through her own issues, not flower arrangements.
But it was Stephen who had finally cajoled her. âKeep an eye on this one for me, will you? Sheâs a troublemaker,â he said, pulling Iris into a firm hug. His hair was still damp from his shower, his polo shirt crisp. Iris breathed in. How lucky Leah was.
As Billâs BMW pulled away, Leah was the last one standing in the driveway, waving tearfully. Just as she had when they were little and their parents left them home with a babysitter.
âDoes she always get this upset when he travels?â Iris asked. She and Millie stood watching from the porch.
âTheyâre in love, Iris.â
But it was more than that. Leahâs heightened responses to all things had always confused Iris: the boundless hysteria when Leah found out she got her favorite teacher for an upcoming school year, followed by her bedridden week of uninterrupted weeping the time Bill found a dead baby bird along the driveway. Responses that initially left the family exchanging loaded glances, but soon after swept them along unwittingly, each mimicking Leahâs brand of reply: finding Millie, herself, foolishly dancing around the kitchen as Leah brandished the back-to-school letter. Or Bill hovering outside her bedroom door, with a little stuffed toy bird in his palm. Had it been Iris languishing in bed, she was pretty sure her mother would have pulled her out, brushed her teeth, and marched her right down to the bus stop, telling her to get on with things.
Now Millie fingered her pearl necklace, watching her younger daughter uneasily. âWhich is why weâll need to keep her busy. With the wedding, the farm, that sort of stuff.â
âOr else, what?â Iris wondered aloud.
âSheâs sensitive, Iris,â Millie said. âYou know that.â
Iris stiffened. Then, with an impending divorce, what did that make her? Leah was approaching them now. Millie rearranged her expression and called to her cheerfully, âIâm sure heâll call you from the airport, dear. Why donât we have some tea on the patio and go over the seating charts?â
Leah nodded glumly, looking more crushed than she should have for a bride whoâd be seeing her groom in another week. Stephen traveled all the time, after all. And besides, they were about to be married.
When Bill returned from the airport, Leahâs mood hadnât improved. Sheâd taken a tearful call from Stephen in the locked den and emerged with red eyes. She even refused Millieâs offer to go check on the farm stand, something sheâd claimed to be looking forward to all weekend. Instead, for the remainder of the cloudless summer day, Leah took to her room.
âSheâs probably just tired,â Millie sympathized. But still, the family hovered, wandering the farmhouse like some misguided fleet whoâd fallen off course, circling from room to room, the energy not unlike that of a coming summer storm. Iris felt aimless, too. Cooper had mentioned the evening before that heâd be working on another project across town. As she eyed the barn outside, she wondered if she was craving more the work in the barn or the company. Even her mother was fidgety, riffling through kitchen cabinets in search of a zucchini bread recipe she could not find, leaving a wake of ingredients strewn across the kitchen island that she never bothered to put away.
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