When the front door closed after Steve, Florence came out of the kitchen. “Do you like your bracelet?” she asked.
Cathy realized Steve had shared his gift with her grandmother. She touched the charms. “I love it as much as the necklace and earrings Michael gave me.”
Florence shook her head. “Those guys are crazy about you. I’m afraid you’re going to break one of their hearts.”
This was an old refrain, but Cathy knew it was true. “Let’s not talk about that. This night has been full of ups and downs, and we’re both tired.” She scooped up Harry, who was still on the couch, and then Hermione, who’d followed her grandmother from the kitchen. “I’ll take the kittens to bed.”
“Have a nice sleep, dear.”
Despite the soothing purrs of the cats as they lay next to her and the heaviness of her eye
