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Marah usually came out of the brick building in a clot of girls. Like killer whales, preteen girls traveled in pods. But today she was alone, walking fast, with her head down and her arms crossed tightly.
Kate knew something was wrong. The question was: how bad was it? Her daughter was twelve years old. That meant hormones were boiling through her body, turning her emotions into a witchs cauldron. Everything was big drama these days.
"Hey," Kate said tentatively, knowing one wrong word could cause a fight.
"Hey. " Marah climbed into the front passenger seat and reached for he seatbelt, clicking it into place. "Where are the brats?"
"Evans birthday party. Daddys going to pick them up on his way home. "
"Oh. "
Kate pulled out of the parking lane and merged into the stop-and-go traffic on Sportsmans Club Road. All the way home she tried to begin a conversation, but all her pitches turned out to be strikes. At best Marah offered a one-word answer, at worst an eye roll or a dramatic sigh. When they pulled into the garage, Kate gave it one more try. "Im making cookies for the boys Thanksgiving party tomorrow. You want to help me?"
Marah finally looked at her. "Those pumpkin-shaped ones with the orange frosting and green sprinkles?"
For a split second her daughter looked like a little girl again, her dark eyes wide with hope, her lips curving into a hesitant smile. Years worth of parties were between them now, a net of shared memories.
"Of course," Kate said.
"I love those cookies. "
Kate had counted on that. "Remember the year Mrs. Norman brought the same kind and you were so mad you made everyone try both just to prove that ours were better?"
Marah finally smiled. "Mr. Robbins got really mad at me. I had to help him clean up after the party. "
"Emily stayed to help you. "
Marahs smile faded. "Yeah. "
"So, you want to help me?"
"Sure. "
Kate took care not to react too sharply to that. Although she wanted to grin and say how happy she was, she simply nodded and followed her daughter into the house and then into the kitchen. Shed learned a few things in the last turbulent year about dealing with preteen girls. While they were virtual roller coasters of emotion, you needed to be calm, always.
For the next three hours they worked side by side in the big country-style kitchen. Kate reminded her daughter how to sift ingredients together and showed her how to grease a cookie sheet the old-fashioned way. They talked about little things, this and that; nothing important. Kate was gauging the scene like a hunter. Instinctively, she knew when the time was right. Theyd just frosted the last of the cookies and were stacking the dirty dishes by the sink when Kate said, "You want to make another batch? We could take them over to Ashleys house. "
Marah went very still. "No," she said in a voice almost too quiet to be heard.
"But Ash loves them. Remember when—"
"She hates me," Marah said, and just like that the floodgates opened. Tears gathered in her eyes.
"Did you two have a fight?"
"I dont know. "
"How can you not know?"
"I just dont, okay?" Marah burst into tears and turned away.
Kate lunged for her daughter, grabbed her sleeve, and pulled her into a fierce hug. "Im right here, Marah," she whispered.
Marah hugged her tightly. "I dont know what I did wrong," she wailed, sobbing.
"Sshh," Kate murmured, stroking her daughters hair as if she were still little. When Marahs crying finally subsided, Kate drew back just enough to look down at her. "Sometimes life is—"
Behind them the door banged open. The twins burst into the house, yelling at each other, making their toy dinosaurs fight. Johnny came in after them, chasing them down. William bumped into an end table, upsetting a glass of water that shouldnt have been left there. The sound of shattering glass rang through the room.
