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In less than a minute they were at Maggie’s dock with the evil eye painted on a large sheet of plywood at the end. All the docks looked the same from the water, and this was her grandfather’s way of distinguishing their dock. The original painting now hung over Maggie’s mantle, and the evil eye painting that was at the end of her dock was one Maggie had painted.

Helping Brulee out of the boat at low tide was not easy.

“Girl, I’m not lifting you,” Maggie said sternly.

“Should I get Justin?”

“Wait.” Maggie climbed out and held out her hand for Katrina who found it a little easier because her legs were so long. They stood and looked at Brulee.

“We’re going to get food, girl,” Maggie teased. “You’d better hop on out.”

She gave a little tug on the leash and Brulee sprang up on the dock.

“Grrrr, this dog…”

“Look! Just the mention of food,” Katrina said, laughing.

“She sounds like me so I guess I can’t reprimand her.”

“Another memory made,” Katrina said, happy and content pretty much for the first time that weekend. “Someday soon, we’ll be right here with our babies.” She looked over at Maggie. “You with a little girl, and me with a boy. I guess we won’t fantasize about our kids marrying each other anymore.”

Maggie stopped walking and let go of her bag, hugging Katrina with one arm. Through the weekend she’d stayed unemotional for her friend’s sake, but that comment pushed her, and the tears came.

“They will grow up together and be friends, Kat. They’ll love each other. Who knows what impact they will have on each other’s lives?”

“I have zero vision beyond his birth. I’m worried I won’t even carry him to term.”

“I read that online. But you can have a vision for him, Kat.”

“Premature birth is a risk for babies with Down syndrome. They can die from it.”

“I want to support you in everything, Kat, but you can’t dwell on that shit, okay? You have enough on your plate. Speaking of plate, I’m going to feed you. Despite saying you gained, you’re so thin.”

“I don’t have an appetite,” Katrina admitted. “Probably because I ate half a pizza.”

“Oh right, I forgot about the pizza! That’s why I’m fat.”

“You’re not fat; you have a watermelon under your shirt. Did you see Amber checking us out?”

Katrina whispered conspiratorial.

“No. I was purposely avoiding all eye contact with her,” Maggie replied. “Of course, she looks like she lost weight.”

Val met them; the men had completed the wiring, and the Chastains were loading his truck with tools.

“Check this out,” Val said, holding his phone out so they could see the picture of them from the back.

They held on to his phone, doing a critical examination.

“We look better from the back; at least I do,” Maggie said, pointing to it.

“Oh well, in a few months we’ll be back to normal,” Katrina said. “Thanks, Val.”

“You girls are gorgeous. I can say something without provoking your wrath, right? I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Oh, I guess so,” Maggie said, laughing. “It’s not going to embarrass us, is it?”

“It might.”

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