Cara’s mouth flew open, and she forgot they weren’t alone. “Ma, didn’t you think I’d be taking him?” Ruthie huffed. “What am I supposed to think? You've been living under the same roof for a week and you hardly see each other. What does that say?” A chasm in her mind widened, revealing a glimpse of what her mother was up to a bit more clearly. “Did you tell Daddy that I was marrying Devin?” Ruthie lowered her gaze. “I doubt your father would have given his blessing otherwise. You know how fond he's always been of Devin,” she said, as if that made perfect sense for her behavior. “Doesn't he find it a bit odd for me to have one man living under our roof and marrying another?” “The conversation didn't even get that far. You father is just happy to have you married, at this point. You know this time of year that if it isn't connected to baseball, chances are your father isn't paying attention anyway.” Cara stood straight as a board, her fists balled by her side like a two year old about to have a tantrum. She couldn't believe her ears. “So you just invited Devin and set up this story. First the Omar booties and now you’re picking out my husband? You’re incredible!”
