She couldn’t believe she had bought such a thing. What would Frankie think? If it hadn’t been for her mother and the saleswoman, Missy, persuading her, she never would have done it.She closed the door to the closet and stood with her back against it. But what if? Maybe Frankie would like it? Maybe she would like it? She swiped a hand across her forehead where a bit of sweat had formed. Frankie was downstairs watching television. What if she went down there now and . . .Nah, she couldn’t risk him turning away again. Besides, if Frankie was having problems, the last thing he needed was for her to put pressure on him. The little pink bag could stay in the closet until the time was right . . . if ever. • • • Bernadette’s stomach looked even bigger when Lucille woke up the next morning. They had to find Taylor and get her hitched before the baby clamored to be let out of the womb.Lucille thought about it as she put away a plate of hash browns, scrambled eggs and sausage—today was a regular day, not a diet day.
