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“Grandma, they’re almost here!” Zaira spun away from her favorite perch on the big bay windowsill, and dashed from the living room into Molly’s spacious kitchen. “I saw their cab! They’re almost here!”
“Easy, darlin’. We heard you the first time.” Colin ran a soothing hand over his daughter’s tumbling black curls. “It’ll take Lucas a few minutes to pay the cabbie and get their bags out of the trunk. We’ve still got time.”
Molly glanced anxiously around the big oak table. Marita and her husband, Rory, were flanking Colin and his extremely pregnant wife, Eva, was cozily ensconced in a comfortable rocking chair by the stove. Little Arthur was happily playing with his blocks in the playpen by her feet where, within another day or two, he’d be joined by his new baby sister. Her own belove
