““What is that?” she asked.
“It’s eggplant parmigiana. It’s delicious. You want some?”
Willow was hungry, but she shook her head. “No. I think I’ll pass. Not a big fan of eggplant.”
She sat in one of the kitchen chairs.
“So, you’re not here for dinner. What’s the occasion?” Mom asked.
Willow’s face heated. “I’m here to beg a place to sleep. Would it be okay if I moved back into the upstairs bedroom?”
Mom didn’t give her any kind of “aw, baby” look. That had never been Mom’s way. Mom was a believer in the truth. “So, you got thrown out of Eagle Hill Manor because of that photo, huh?”
“Yup, more or less. I would say that I threw myself out, but only after my integrity was challenged.”
“Told ya,” Mom said, reaching out to give Willow’s shoulder a squeeze.
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