Sunday dinner. Hm. I wondered how early Diane would wake up to make dinner and then come to the Gym. It must take an awful lot of dedication and…
My eyes bugged. Wait! I hadn’t made any Sunday dinner. Was I expected to cook in this reality? That would be a disaster. I burned water.
Thankfully, Brooke calmed my heart before I had a chance to say something stupid. “Are we going to Grandma’s for lunch now?”
“Yes, honey,” Clark bounced Maya in his arms and smiled down at the two girls. “I’m sure she has dinner hot and waiting for her two favorite girls.”
Brooke cleared her throat. “What about Mommy?” “Yeah,” Clark winked. “Her too.”
I smiled. We were going to my mom’s house. What a relief. My mother could cook with her eyes closed.
She’d taught me a thing or two many years ago, but my co
