Chapter 5“She said, and I quote, 'not a chance in hell'.” With a sigh, Becky sank into an armchair in Lydia's apartment. Lydia brought her friend a glass of cool water.
“I can't blame her,” Lydia replied. “Poor Allison. She looks about big enough to tip over and roll away.”
“I know,” Becky agreed. “The bigger she gets, the grumpier she gets. I'm starting to understand a bit of why Wesley is in such a bad mood.”
“Is this right?” Addie stepped out of the stairwell carrying steaming hot cake in two thick knitted potholders. “Don't take this wrong, Mrs. Heitschmidt, but are you sure your sister's not always in a grumpy mood?”
Lydia poked at the top of the cake with her fingertips and grinned. “Looks perfect. You're a natural, Addie.”
The girl beamed. In the few weeks since her arrival, Ly
