Moira spent Saturday afternoon hauling outfits over to her mom’s house. Gabby had said she didn’t have anything to wear, but Moira wasn’t sure if her clothes would work. Gabby was taller, but her chest was smaller. Moira hoped her mom might be able to temporarily take something in so Gabby could wear it.
When the doorbell rang, Moira hadn’t expected Gabby to look so nervous. The woman fidgeted like she was about to have a root canal with no painkillers. She led Gabby upstairs to her childhood bedroom. The room across the hall, the one Michael and Liam had shared, had been turned into a sewing room for her mom. Maggie still had most of her stuff in this bedroom. She left whatever she didn’t need for traveling in Europe.
Even her baby sister managed to travel places Moira had only dreamed
