That Certain Summer (2013)
““Are you sure you don’t want to come with me? I’ll only be there twenty minutes, and we could stop at Mr. Frank’s afterward.”
Her daughter drained her glass of milk and made a face. “I told you, Mom. I don’t want to go to church on a Saturday.”
She was out of ammunition. Cajoling, guilt, a bribe—nothing had worked.
She’d have to lay her cards on the table.
Hugging her music folder to her chest, she took the plunge. “Look . . . I’d really appreciate it if you’d come. I need some honest feedback.”
Kristen stopped rinsing her glass and cocked her head. “On what?”
“Scott . . . Mr. Walker . . . asked me to sing a solo at the benefit.”
As her daughter’s eyes widened, Karen’s stomach clenched. “I knew it was a mistake. I’ll call and tell him I—”
“No!”
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