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“What?” she said. “Oh, yes, of course, I am.” Heather sat on the sofa and a few moments later lifted a delicate crystal vase from the tissue paper inside the box. “Oh, my goodness. It’s…it’s lovely. I’ve never had anything so…” She cleared her throat. “Thank you very much, Mack.”
“Cool,” Melissa said. “Now you won’t have to put flowers in the pickle jar.”
“That’s the plan,” Mack said.
So much for Mack not noticing the dumb pickle jar, Heather thought miserably. And she had gushed over her gift just as much as the girls had…and she’d meant it. The vase was exquisite. And it probably cost more than she spent on a week’s worth of groceries.
“Get your sweaters, girls,” Heather said, placing the vase on the coffee table. “It will be chilly once the sun goes down.”
“Can I take my mitt with me to the pizza parlor?” Melissa said.
“Can I take my Barbie doll?” Emma said.
“Sure,” Heather said wearily as she got to her feet. “Why not? Run and get your sweaters.”
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