Time had slowed down until every second had an impact. She had just finished feeding Mandy some soup and the young woman was calm for the moment.“Is that them?” Mandy asked as she looked up from the sofa.She had asked the same question every time there was a door opened or shut in the past hour. But Rene didn’t mind.“Let me go check.”“Wait!” Mandy said before Rene could stand. “How does my hair look? I don’t want Davy to see me with funny hair.”“If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll be glad to see you no matter how your hair looks,” Rene said a little fiercely. The more the young woman talked the less Rene was sure that this Davy was good enough for her.Mandy’s voice got quiet. “Do you think he is really going to marry me? My mother used to say he was just taking me for granted.”Rene patted the young woman’s hand. What could she say? “If he really is taking you for granted, you’re better off without him.”When she met this young man, Rene intended to take him aside and talk to him.
