“See, those are the Pleiades. You find 'em by finding the Big Dipper first and then following its handle.”Kate studied the child's face.“No.” The little girl giggled. “It would help if you looked at the sky, Kate.”Kate Billings looked upward. “How is it possible to have more stars here than in Boston? God,” she said with a sigh, “it is beautiful here.”Sarah looked over at her new nanny. “You know there aren't really more stars here, don't you?” She was teasing—trying hard to do as her father had asked and “build a relationship” with Kate.A car horn sounded on the other side of the house.The little girl cried out, “Daddy's home,” and took off running.Kate followed at a slower pace, then veered toward the kitchen door. She was taking dinner out of the oven as Charles came in holding a cane in one hand and Sarah's hand in the other.Kate smiled. “How's the foot?”Charles chuckled. “Broken. What's for dinner? Sarah claims she made it all by herself.”“She did.”
