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LydiaLydiaSitting in her pajamas and bathrobe wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, Lydia chuckles at Rocky at her feet. He pants and snorts, in the middle of one of his dreams. Probably chasing another cat, she thinks.
Probably chasing another cat“Mom,” Aimee calls from the top of the stairs. “I need you.”
This moment is so reminiscent of twenty years ago, that Lydia can’t help but laugh out loud.
“Coming.”
She walks up the stairs and stands in the doorway, watching her daughter struggle with closing a suitcase that is bursting at the seams.
“Sweetie, we live twenty minutes from you and Mark. You can make as many trips as you need to.”
“I know mom,” Aimee says, not bothering to hide her annoyance. “I just want to be done with the whole moving thing as quickly as pos
