Enjoy an excerpt of the story below:
For the first time in forty-eight hours, Katie looked crushed. Since Monday, so composed, so helpful – but now when Ellen made clear the obvious, that maybe this wasn’t the perfect time to bring up the Mexican pastor-in-training fiancé and his band of merry missionaries – now was when Katie looked crushed. As crushed, in fact, as she’d looked when she’d learned her father was dead.
She took a breath. “Mom, we’re still getting married, you know.”
Ellen put her forehead in the crotch of her hand. “Thank you for the tea.”