The Other Child
The Other Child
“Mike was amazed at everything Karen had done during his three-day absence. The parlor was fantastic, and she was ready with the dining room, too. She must have worked day and night to get all this finished.
“Leslie?” Mike turned to his stepdaughter and smiled. “Rob told me about a ballet teacher in St. Cloud. I think we could take you in on Saturdays if you still want to take lessons.”
“Ballet?” Leslie looked shocked. “Oh, Mike! That’s really nice but . . . well . . . I think I’m going to give up on ballet. It just doesn’t seem very important any- more.”
Mike shrugged, smiling at her across the table. She had certainly changed in the past couple of weeks. She’d eaten second helpings of everything tonight and now she was sitting with her elbows propped on the table, looking like a little tomboy with that short haircut. She was turning into a regular kid right before his eyes. The dainty, ladylike manners she’d always shown had all but disappeared. That was good.
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