Not away, of course; it was simply too entertaining to release altogether, but other transgressions by other lovers had come along to replace it. The only people who seemed determined to hang on to the old animosities were Winona and Dad, and Vivi Ann understood their concerns. In time, though, she knew it would be forgotten completely. Tonight, beneath a twilight sky the color of a bruised plum, she stood at the paddock fence, watching kids chase after a greased piglet at the annual Water’s Edge Halloween party. Noah was in her arms, dressed for the party in an orange pumpkin outfit. Aurora stood on her left side; Winona was on her right. A pirate and a witch, respectively. “Remember the first time you and I went after a greased pig, Winona?” Aurora said. “All the rest of the kids were behind us by a mile.” “I’m sure people said to one another in awe: ‘Wow, that fat girl sure can hang on to a pig,’ ” Winona said. “Ooh,” Aurora said. “Someone is feeling sorry for herself tonight.
