KRISTEN

God help me!

I palmed my face as the car drove into the street and out of view. Not only did June manage to embarrass me, but she might have also angered Edith.

"Edith, I am so sorry," I started, already feeling weak. "I don't—"

"Kristen, stop," she smiled reassuringly and tugged on my arm. "I'm not mad. C'mon, let's go in."

If I had half the level of coordination Edith has, I would probably be the best uncle in the world to June.

When we got to the sitting room, the first question she asked was, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Yeah, I did." After a while, I added,...