I can tell by the look on my mother’s face—tight smile, dismissive glint in her eyes—that she’s not particularly happy with Kay’s presence. But for me, it changes everything. Kay’s an easy conversationalist, sucking at least half the tension that always hangs heavy at my parents’ house out of the air.
“I’ll never forget that time when Patrick serenaded Mabel at the bonfire.” My dad, on the other hand, is going out of his way to make Kay feel welcome. I don’t even want to think about the conversation he and my mother must have had when he announced she’d be joining us for dinner. “Now that was true love if ever I saw it.”
“And he could barely hold a tune.” Kay is her relaxed, unassuming self. “Unfortunately, I inherited his singing voice. But at least I don’t make a fool of myself that ea
