The huge wicker basket was still sitting right where I’d left it on the glass coffee table.

“She asked me to wear my blue silk dress to the party,” I said.

“She told me she wanted us to be a real family.”

Margaret sighed and put her leather purse down on the closest chair.

“That sounds awfully sweet,” Margaret said.

“Much too sweet.”

“Then she followed me into the kitchen,” I said.

“She told me she and Ethan were planning to buy a big house in Belle Meade.”