Phyllis struggled to keep quiet. Her usual response to someone like Katty’s mom would be to clam up and run away.
It was difficult not to stare at the woman. She might have been pretty at one time.
Phyllis stole a peek at Katty, even Bea. They were beautiful, if you judged by the world’s view or standards. Was she even sober right now in the coffee shop? Probably not. Coffee might help. Being with her … cousin Noell would help. Noell seemed to be a solid young woman.
Phyllis glanced at Mark. Why couldn’t he be attracted to Noell, instead of—?
She tried to stop shaking her head. She sensed she might only be doing it slightly, but when she saw what the woman was doing and how she was dressed, it just happened. She shook her head.
“What?”
Oh-oh.
Caught.
“What are you staring at?” The
