. .” Susanna collapsed to the sofa, absorbing Mama’s news about Granny. Pneumonia. Can’t travel to Brighton for the wedding. She truly had to give up everything. First the man she loved was telling her she must sacrifice her American citizenship in order to be with him. Now Mama was telling her Granny could not travel? What next? “Gracie’s here too,” Mama said. “She’s got something to tell you.” Please let it be good news. Susanna listened to the muffled sounds of Mama handing the phone to her matron of honor and best friend since elementary school. “Hey, Suz.” “Hey, Gracie. How’s the baby?” When Gracie and Ethan married in October, they were set to sail around the world until she found out she was pregnant with a honeymoon baby. So they weighed anchor on St. Simons and charted a new course. “Good, sort of . . . I’m on bed rest.” Susanna rocked forward. “Bed rest? What happened?” Gracie detailed her situation as if she were reading from a menu. Complications.
