Chapter 18“Y
ou’re absolutely certain?” Rita hesitates in the doorway.
“Positive.” Connie tucks cotton wool in Ceci’s ear.
“Why don’t I get Janet to take a look at her? Actually, I don’t even have to go skiing—”
“We’ll be fine. Anna’s here to help, just go and have fun.”
“You have the doctor’s number?” Rita checks the contact list to make sure. “And the ski lodge? I’ll be back tomorrow night, eight at the latest—”
“Rita!” Connie rolls her eyes. “I have managed thus far, you know.”
“I know. Sorry. I’m just—” A car horn cuts her off. Rita waves to Janet, picks up her duffle bag, and heads out the door.
Just as she predicted, Rita spends a lot of time sprawled in the snow. This time she stays put, gazing upward, watching the sky turn violet with dusk. She’d spent the day dragging hers
