Thursday had been rainy and — other than taking Emma to camp — Macy had stayed inside, brooding over the fact that in two weeks, she hadn’t gotten the answers she’d hoped for. But all her brooding had led her to a decision. She had to find out who he was, even if it meant coming right out with it and asking. She grimaced at the thought. Maybe she should’ve been more specific with her prayer: “Please send one guy … and make it clear so I’ll know.” She rolled her eyes. At least Hank hadn’t called. Avis must’ve worked her magic. “So what’s on the agenda for today?” Macy asked. “It’s our last full day.” She slumped into a chair at the table where Brenda, Max, and Emma were eating with faces as long as hers. “Well, Buzz and I are taking Emma to her last day of art camp. Unless, of course, you’d like to take her,” her mother said. “Umm … how about I pick her up?” she offered. “That sounds good. Buzz wanted to take me someplace special this morning.
