Mrs. Abernathy’s smile widened. “Wonderful,” she said. “Thank you so much, dear. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”
Tucking the bottle under arm, Macey’s eyebrows knit together as she stared at the woman. “What’s that?”
A mischievous grin took the place of her proud smile. “Nothing, dear. Just… ever since you’ve been speaking to Sam about the fireworks, your name seems to come up in quite a few conversations, and I was just thinking it might brighten his day a little bit to see you, honey, that’s all.”
Not knowing what to say, Macey turned and headed toward the door, Mrs. Abernathy’s hand on her shoulder. Sam had been talking about her? To his aunt? She wondered what he might be saying and whether or not it was positive or negative, though she imagined he was probably just as frustrat
