She’d have to see him. “Mom, drive faster. We’re gonna be late to the fireworks.” Chance bounced in the backseat. From the passenger’s seat, her sister Kate laid a hand on Ali’s arm. “Are you all right?” Ali glanced back at her son. “This traffic’s pretty bad.” Kate shrugged. “Everyone is just excited. A week ago we thought the show would be canceled like last year.” “I still can’t believe the donations the city got at the last minute. Wish I knew who had purse strings like that. I could tap them for Big Sky Dreams.” Ali bit her lip. The worry she felt over the financial problems of her nonprofit organization was never far from her mind. “This is different. The Fourth of July. People get excited about patriotic stuff.” “You think blowing up a bunch of cardboard is more important than helping handicapped kids?”
