James
Life is good. And I want to share it.
Sitting around the breakfast table, I say, “I think we should have a party. We have a lot to celebrate and it would give Mitch here the chance to meet Charlotte's friends. And to make some of her own.”
Michael beams. “That’s a great idea, eh, Mitch?”
Her face almost healed from the bruising, the worry and stress fading from her features, Mitch is turning into an older, softer version of her daughter. “I’d love that.”
“So, who do we invite?”
“Richard and Beth of course,” says Michael. “I think that, at the least, Mitch should meet her cousin.” Charlotte nods agreement. Mitch smiles and drops her eyes.
“Of course. How about Chad and Sebastian?” I suggest.
Michael purses his lips but Charlotte says, “I’d like that. And Benny too. And Tom and
