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REGINA – APRIL 1938
Henry set his beer down on the small table in the hotel bar where they were waiting to meet Viola and nudged Regina. "You're very quiet tonight."
"Just thinking."
"Worried about your daughter?"
Regina had to stifle an urge to chuckle. Which daughter did he mean?
He put an arm around her and pulled her to his shoulder. "Everything will be just fine."
"Will it?" Regina took a big swallow of her beer. "What if they don't want to come?"
"Then life will go on. The way it always has."
"You wouldn't care?"
"Of course I care." Henry picked up his mug and mopped the puddle of condensation with his napkin. "You forget I'm the one who suggested this trip."
"I didn't forget."
"I know, it's just—" Henry stopped abruptly, and Regina followed his gaze to a lovely young
