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“You don’t have to do that. I don’t want to put you out more than I already have.” Saylor laughed. “Like I always do.”
“You know I love these girls more than I love you. You aren’t putting me out.”
Saylor laughed again.
“Plus, if I don’t bring them to you, you’ll be in a hurry to get home, and we have a lot to talk about, girlfriend.”
“We do? What have you heard?”
“Uh, I have a life too, you know?”
“Jeez. Sorry. It is always about me, isn’t it?”
“No, it never is, but I do have something to tell you.”
“How are the girls?” her mother asked when Saylor ended the call.
“The girls? Why would I ask about the girls?” Saylor asked sarcastically, shaking her head. What was wrong with her? However, if there were anything wrong, Poppy would’ve said so. Still, she should’ve asked.
She pulled into the driveway and carried her mom’s suitcase in first, amid protests that she was perfectly capable of doing it herself.
Saylor leaned forward and kissed her mother’s cheek. “I’m sure Sierra and Savannah will be over to see their Ya-Ya very soon.”
Her mother put her palm on Saylor’s cheek. “Are you okay?”
“Why? Don’t I seem okay?”
“You’re distracted.”
“I’m fine. See ya later, Mom.”
Saylor walked out. She wanted to see her girls, and she didn’t want to talk about Monk, and she guessed that was the exact direction her mother was going in.
“Where are my doodlebugs?” she said when she came in through the door that connected the garage to the house.
“Mama! Mama! Mama!” they both shouted, running toward her and almost tackling her to the ground. They looked so big, had they grown in the short time she was gone? She hugged them both tightly and looked up at Poppy.
“Did you behave yourselves?”
“We painted Aunt Poppy’s spare bedroom for her,” said Savannah.
Saylor’s eyes opened wide, and she looked at Poppy. “You did?”
“She asked us to,” said Sierra with one hand on her hip.
“That’s certainly good to hear.”
“See ya, Mama,” said Savannah, running back to her bedroom with Sierra on her heels.
“Hi,” she said to Poppy, hugging her. “Redecorating?”
“We were bored.”
“How does it look?”
“About as good as you’d expect it to.”
Saylor cringed. “Coffee?”
