Zoe accepted a cup of coffee from Willa, set it carefully on the kitchen table, beyond Keira’s reach, then carried on spooning mashed bananas into her daughter’s sweet little rosebud mouth. Zoe hated bananas with a passion, and fervently wished that Keira would develop a love affair with applesauce. So far, no luck, so Zoe breathed through her mouth and avoided looking directly at the bowl.
“So,” Willa said, plunking herself down at the table with a yawn, smiled at Keira. She sipped her coffee, yawned again and glanced at the clock. “Why the actual heck are you up so early? The place opens at noon, Zee, and you’re the darn boss, and part-time to boot. Nobody to impress on your first day, girl, so why in the name of all that’s holy and right, are you getting ready to roll out of here at se
