*Leah*
I don't open my shop on Sundays. It's a day of rest, although I seldom rest. This morning, I attended church with my mother and helped prepare a lovely meal. All my siblings, except for Beast, and their spouses are gathered elbow to elbow at the long oak table that dominates the room in the small dwelling where we were all raised.
As our family has grown, we have replaced the table, but it's time for an even bigger one. Soon, with luck, my husband will be joining us for our monthly Sunday luncheon, where we gather to catch up. Lately, our lives have been going in different directions, so we make a point not to lose touch with each other.
"Two more nights, my love, and then you step from this drab world into a fancy one. Are you nervous?" my mother asks.
I give a light, staccato
