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I woke with a pounding headache as little fingers slapped my face. I flinched and pulled back, slowly opening my eyes to find Penny’s daughter, Olivia, pulling back her hand to slap me again.
“Ouch,” I said, and she laughed.
“Olivia, what are you doing?” Penny said, sounding as if she were in the kitchen. I had crashed on the couch after splitting a bottle of wine with my best friend. And drinking most of another one myself.
Penny let me cry about Chris. She rubbed my back, and we watchedBridesmaidsuntil I conked out at some point, and she’d sweetly covered me with a blanket.
“She’s beating me up,” I groaned.
Before she could strike again, Michael scooped her up. “Sorry,” he said. “She’s an escape artist.” He walked her over to her little playpen and placed her inside. She fidget
