A slick, spanking-new, four-wheel drive
pulled up. Out stepped a tall teenage girl.
I gasped. She was the spitting image of
Alice. She pranced around in the same
self-adoring manner. A brow-beaten man,
presumably her Father, went to retrieve
the bags. Vivienne came out to greet her.
Laura squealed with delight. The two
hugged theatrically. Vivienne introduced
me to her gorgeous granddaughter. I
couldn’t control my pounding heart. My
palms poured with sweat. I prayed I
wasn’t blushing like a loser.