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Even the dogs were declared above-average, and for a while they called the caon Shores

"I love all hing round Who away

"You're the Karl Marx of motherhood"

"Did you call me to berate me, or is there a real reason? The lobsters don't cook the steak 'n lobsterfest was starting in an hour Lydia could smell the mesquite, taste the drawn butter, feel the steam from the pots as Dad and Adam boiled theining the juicy, sweet crunch of grilled corn on the cob

"Beach bake night," she groaned,Krysta's eyes widened and she smacked her lips

"Co, teasing tendril of evil te Really, really teine that first bite of perfect, ht chill in the air tee sweatshirts and a roaring ca randoenarians to three year olds – roasting marshmallows on a stick

So different from the city, where people not only didn't make eye contact, they lived in little spheres of air influence, as if a bubble surrounded the, ear pieces attached to nothing, they conducted business – personal and professional – with ruthless efficiency, fro to minute clinics to in-cab web access

Lydia needed both to balance her Running home would be the easy way out

Her mama didn't raise no wimps, and Lydia took this moment to remind her of that fact "If I coood"

Warh the phone as Sandy's sh the thin, black, shiny phone "Are you bringing anyone special?" Up the ante, why don't you, Mo me" So why did her mind flash to Matt? Already? C'rade

Sandy got it "That is h! We'll on butter sauce"

The word "tarragon" tickled soain, and this ti that?"

"With Stan Michaelson's special cream" Michaelson's Dairy still delivered, and not the kind of delivery you get in Boston, with an ier or a shy, dour restaurant dude Glass bottles, happy cows and free sugar cookies for kids who caught Mr Michaelson as he filled the et any more '50s

Then why did ityou with proon butter!" Sandy shouted through the phone

"Even better!" Krysta shouted back

"Traitor," Lydia hissed

"I' up a weekend back horound countless times and had a mild crush on Caleb Or on his chocolate mint mousse It was hard to tease out which she preferredat work, and find another job there to set hts on" Disappointh the phone

Deep sigh "Fine I understand Your career is ih "We're just your fa out for the role of Fantine?"

Gut-busting laughter "You got me there, Hon I just want to see you"

"Cars and planes and trains work both ways, Moh season?" Late July and early August was crazy, she knew Her mom barely had tiht hours of silent weeping into the phone, Sandy would give it to her

"Yeah I know"

"Wait a uy? Is that why you don't want to take a weekend off?"

How to answer that? "Mmmm, nope"

She could hear Sandy's eyebrows shoot up "That's a weak 'no'"

"But it's a no" Please don't question it