“Hi, Abigail," Bonnie said, almost as nervous as Abby, her voice shaky. Aimee was glad to see the facade of bravado crack, even if only a little. “It's good to see you. I've missed you."
“Uh huh," Abigail said, her eyes darting back to the swing set and other kids. She turned back to her father. “Can I go back and play now? Please?"
“But don't you want to spend time talking to your mommy," Bonnie said, still standing there with her arms crossed. Aimee watched her drop them to her sides, then shove them in her pockets, before settling back on the crossed-arm position. “I haven't seen you in a long time. Wouldn't it be nice to catch up?"
Abigail swayed some more, shrugging her shoulders, giving Bonnie a wary look, before turning her gaze longingly toward the playground and the playing kid
