Boone
Lily looks at me with her eyes open wide. If she looked worried before, she looks even more so now. “Oh, Goddess,” she says. “Did she do anything bad? Please don’t tell me that she stole money from you.”
“No, nothing like that,” I say, although I can’t really be sure. Perhaps I should secretly ask for the treasury department to conduct some audit towards her work spending. Carefully, I continue, “It’s probably even more serious than that.” Now Lily puts both of her hands on top of her heart, bracing herself. I gently guide her to sit on the bed.
“Tell me,” she says. “I’m ready.”
I exhale, this is difficult. How can I tell a mother that her daughter has been coming on to her future husband? It will not end good no matter how I do it, so I decide to just be direct. “Moira’s tried t
