driver."
"That makes sense. Should we get the girls first?"
"I can't imagine what having two small children at a car dealership would be like. I've heard it takes hours and hours to make a deal on a car."
"I didn't think about that. You're right. We should probably go right after breakfast. Dealership is technically closed 'til noon, but my friend said he'd open early. Maybe we can have it done before we need to pick up the girls this afternoon."
Five hours later, she was following him to a restaurant in her new minivan. Samara hadn't driven much, so it was strange to be behind the wheel again. The seat was higher than she was used to as well. There weren't a lot of minivans in Manhattan unless they were taxis.
They went inside the chain restaurant and the hostess took them to a booth. "How did it handle on the way here?" Henry asked.
Samara shrugged. "I'm not sure how it was supposed to handle, but it seemed fine. I like it."
"Good! I'll put the girls' car seats in it as soon as we get home. We'll use the van as a family car, and then I can stop taking them places in my work truck. I probably should have gotten a more child friendly vehicle as soon as they came to live with me, but it seemed a waste when I was the only driver."
She nodded at him, studying the menu. "I think I just want a salad," she finally announced.
"Sounds good. I'm getting steak."
They talked while they ate. She talked about what it was like growing up with her two siblings in upstate New York, and he talked about growing up in Teaville.
When they'd finished eating, he glanced at the time on his phone, and tried to keep his relief visible. As soon as they got back to Teaville, they'd need to pick up the girls. He was ready to have them as a buffer between him and his sweet wife. After the fight they'd had in the bride's room, he'd expected them to be constantly butting heads, but that was far from the case. He genuinely liked her, more than he cared to admit.
They parked both vehicles in the driveway before walking next door to pick up Abby and Avy. Henry knocked on the door and waited. The girls came running to him, squealing with excitement. "Uncle Henry!"
Henry took each of the girls in one arm and lifted them up, hugging them close. "I missed you two like crazy!"
"We missed you too!"
Grandma Betty smiled at them. "They were angels as always."
Samara looked at the girls and frowned. "Are they always dressed identically?"
Abby smiled at Samara. "We like to look just alike, Aunt Sami. It's fun!"
Samara sighed. She was certain it was fun for them, but how was she ever going to learn to tell them apart?
"We may have to get you matching outfits that have different colored collars or something. I'll think on that."
Henry looked at Samara with a grin. He'd been able to tell the twins apart since they were tiny, but he understood immediately what was going on in her head. They did need to make it easy for her until she learned to tell them apart. "Maybe we should take a quick trip into Wal-Mart to do that."
Samara shook her head. "Nah. I'll order from Amazon. I have Prime, so we'll have everything here in two days. I'll figure something out in the meantime." She could buy several outfits and have Abby always in blue and Avy always in violet. That way she could remember what color they wore by the second letter in their names.
"Thanks a lot for watching them extra hours for me this weekend, Betty," Henry said. "You and Samara need to talk about what hours you'll have them during the week now. She'll be working from home, so I'm sure it won't be as many as it has been."
And there it is. That's why I'm here. "My work will still need to be done on East coast time. I'll start work around eight in the morning and be done by four. I won't need a lunch break. I can walk them over at 7:45 every morning, and pick them up at 4:15. That'll give me
"That makes sense. Should we get the girls first?"
"I can't imagine what having two small children at a car dealership would be like. I've heard it takes hours and hours to make a deal on a car."
"I didn't think about that. You're right. We should probably go right after breakfast. Dealership is technically closed 'til noon, but my friend said he'd open early. Maybe we can have it done before we need to pick up the girls this afternoon."
Five hours later, she was following him to a restaurant in her new minivan. Samara hadn't driven much, so it was strange to be behind the wheel again. The seat was higher than she was used to as well. There weren't a lot of minivans in Manhattan unless they were taxis.
They went inside the chain restaurant and the hostess took them to a booth. "How did it handle on the way here?" Henry asked.
Samara shrugged. "I'm not sure how it was supposed to handle, but it seemed fine. I like it."
"Good! I'll put the girls' car seats in it as soon as we get home. We'll use the van as a family car, and then I can stop taking them places in my work truck. I probably should have gotten a more child friendly vehicle as soon as they came to live with me, but it seemed a waste when I was the only driver."
She nodded at him, studying the menu. "I think I just want a salad," she finally announced.
"Sounds good. I'm getting steak."
They talked while they ate. She talked about what it was like growing up with her two siblings in upstate New York, and he talked about growing up in Teaville.
When they'd finished eating, he glanced at the time on his phone, and tried to keep his relief visible. As soon as they got back to Teaville, they'd need to pick up the girls. He was ready to have them as a buffer between him and his sweet wife. After the fight they'd had in the bride's room, he'd expected them to be constantly butting heads, but that was far from the case. He genuinely liked her, more than he cared to admit.
They parked both vehicles in the driveway before walking next door to pick up Abby and Avy. Henry knocked on the door and waited. The girls came running to him, squealing with excitement. "Uncle Henry!"
Henry took each of the girls in one arm and lifted them up, hugging them close. "I missed you two like crazy!"
"We missed you too!"
Grandma Betty smiled at them. "They were angels as always."
Samara looked at the girls and frowned. "Are they always dressed identically?"
Abby smiled at Samara. "We like to look just alike, Aunt Sami. It's fun!"
Samara sighed. She was certain it was fun for them, but how was she ever going to learn to tell them apart?
"We may have to get you matching outfits that have different colored collars or something. I'll think on that."
Henry looked at Samara with a grin. He'd been able to tell the twins apart since they were tiny, but he understood immediately what was going on in her head. They did need to make it easy for her until she learned to tell them apart. "Maybe we should take a quick trip into Wal-Mart to do that."
Samara shook her head. "Nah. I'll order from Amazon. I have Prime, so we'll have everything here in two days. I'll figure something out in the meantime." She could buy several outfits and have Abby always in blue and Avy always in violet. That way she could remember what color they wore by the second letter in their names.
"Thanks a lot for watching them extra hours for me this weekend, Betty," Henry said. "You and Samara need to talk about what hours you'll have them during the week now. She'll be working from home, so I'm sure it won't be as many as it has been."
And there it is. That's why I'm here. "My work will still need to be done on East coast time. I'll start work around eight in the morning and be done by four. I won't need a lunch break. I can walk them over at 7:45 every morning, and pick them up at 4:15. That'll give me
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