When her phone buzzed, Madison dug through her purse to find it. “What I want is to find a phone that floats,” she mumbled. “Right to the top of my purse, above all the other stuff I have crammed in here.”
“I have a better solution. Don’t cram so much stuff in there.”
“Ah, easy for you to say. You’re not the mother of two busy sixteen-year-olds.” She began pulling things out of her purse, setting them on the table in the quest for the elusive cell phone. “See this? It’s my emergency sewing kit. I never know when Bethani might pop a seam on her cheerleading outfit or rip the hem out. And this is Blake’s backup to his backup inhaler. He doesn’t have an asthma attack often, but with all the sports he plays, it’s best to be prepared. This is the trash from his breakfast snack this morning, the one he ate in the car on the way to school, after I fed him waffles and sausage this morning. These are the papers I need to fill out for their driver’s permits. And this is… well, I’m not sure what this is, but I’m sure it’s important.” Her fingers made contact with her vibrating phone. “Ah, here it is!” she cried in triumph.
She frowned when she saw the message scrolled across the screen.
“Bad news?” Genny fretted.
“No. Just Mr. Barrett again.” She tucked the phone away with a sigh. “Remind me. Why did I take on a new client, less than a month before my wedding?”
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