“Here’s your fruit, and I need a cup of tea,” Marcia said as she came into her sister’s kitchen door after work.

Holly grinned at her and began filling the teapot. “Bad day?”

“No, just the usual stuff. Customers with attitudes, toy poodle who can’t get herself trained, not enough sleep last night.”

Holly raised an eyebrow. “It seems like you haven’t been sleeping well for a couple weeks now. Have you heard from Jonathon?”

Marcia shook her head. “No, but he told me they would be out on patrol for at least a month. Afghanistan is a big place, and they don’t have any phone access when they’re out.”

Holly came to put her arm around Marcia’s shoulders. “He’ll be okay, Marci.”

“You don’t know that,” Marcia said, but she returned her sister’s hug anyway.

Copyright © 2013 Loretta Miles Tollefson



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