Ruth squeezed in next to her and patted Melissa’s knee. “Because she’s Mom. Besides, this way is better because you have to leave by six forty-five, right? So even if he’s awful, it’s a limited window of time and you still get points for being a good sport.”
“So? Is he awful?” Melissa whispered.
Ruth shrugged. “He’s cute at least. I don’t have a read on his personality yet. But apparently he has basic literacy skills and is therefore perfect for you.”
“Melissa, get in here!” her mother called. “You’re keeping our guest waiting!”
“Here we go,” Ruth said, standing and offering Melissa a hand up. “Best of luck.”
Melissa checked her watch: 6:05. She could do thirty minutes with Prince Charming. And as irritating as this was, at least she’d have a good story to tell her Quilt Sampler class
