Our attention is on her daughter, who’s with Tommy and Katie over at the jukebox. I’m not sure whether it’s because of the relationship I have with Saffron, but few things please me more than observing close siblings. Brooklyn and her brother adore each other and they share the same sense of humor. That means I get to indulge in Brooklyn’s laugh, which I’m doing right now. It’s impossible not to smile. My gaze slides to Evelyn, who’s now watching me. Her lips curve and she looks back over at her grown up kids. “I know it’s early days,” she says, her stare unwavering, “and no pressure or anything, but I trust you to take care of my baby. I don’t know you that well, but the way you are with her and the way you look at her sets my mind at ease. She’s a tough little cookie, but cookies do crumble. This is the happiest she’s been in a while. That’s because of the show and you.” For a moment, I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting that. “I’m glad you can leave tomorrow with that peace of mind.
