Chapter 13“That was kind of a turning point,” Allison said, pouring more tea into her cup at the parlor table and returning to the rocking chair. “Don't tell anyone, please, Becky.”
Becky perched on the sofa, sipping her unsweetened brew. “Of course not. So, he's better now? More relaxed?”
“Most of the time.” Allison's voice darkened, even as she pasted a false smile on her lips. Then she swallowed convulsively a couple of times and ran her hand lovingly over her belly.
She's about four months now, and her baby's due sometime in late September. Allison's showing rather well, perhaps too much to attend my wedding in June. It isn't going to stop us though. As soon as I finish my own dress, she thought, visions of the deep-rose confection she loved, I'm going to make a loosely cut one for
