Kathryn
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God, I hope I don’t regret this in fifteen seconds.
“I’ve been thinking about something,” Kathryn said. She wanted Heather to be happy, and there really didn’t seem to be a reason not to go, just a bad feeling.
Heather collected a forkful of their pot roast dinner.
“Yeah?” She tried to catch her mother’s eye, but Kathryn didn’t look up from her food. “What’s that?” she asked, suspicion in her tone.
“Maybe I will go to Scotland with you.”
“What?!” Heather banged on the table. Her eyes widened and she grinned, balling up her cheeks into little flushed apples. “Mama! That’s brilliant!” She stood up and shimmied and jumped up and down until she landed, out of breath, back in her chair.
“Excited?” Kathryn asked.
The next day, Kathryn pushed her cart through the aisles of the
