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"No, it means lawyer. She's an a.s.sistant district attorney. She puts criminals in jail. She's going to be the lawyer in a trial, and put a very bad man in prison, who did a lot of nasty stuff." She knew enough not to frighten Daisy by telling her he had probably killed seventeen women and maybe more. "Probably one of his friends wrote me some creepy letters, so my mom wanted me to go away until after the trial so he wouldn't write to me anymore, so here I am."
"Does he know you're here?" Daisy looked worried, and Savannah shook her head.
"No, and he won't find out. That's why our dad brought me here, so no one knows where I am."
"Does your mom know you're here?" Daisy was interested in everything she said and took it all in. She believed her. She knew better than to believe her mother, as sad as that was. She had lied to her before, about people she didn't like, or to make herself look good. She had fired a nanny Daisy loved because she thought Daisy liked her too much and was too attached to her. So she told Daisy that she had quit and run away and didn't care about her. But the cook told her the truth. Daisy had never heard from the nanny again.
"My mom and our dad agreed that I should come here."
"I don't think my mom is too happy about it," Daisy warned her with huge eyes, and Savannah nodded.
"I think you're right."
"I heard her yell at my dad. She does that a lot. They fight," she announced, as though it was a sport they played, like golf. She was giving her new sister a rundown on the situation in the first five minutes. But none of it surprised Savannah. She pretty much knew what to expect. And so far it was right on track, with no welcome from Luisa. "She can be pretty mean when she gets mad, so watch out. I like your bears," she said as she turned to look at them. "I have one too. I sleep with him." She smiled shyly at Savannah.
"Do you want to listen to my music while I unpack?" Savannah offered, and Daisy responded with a grin. Savannah went to get it and put her iPod on her, turned it on, and Daisy smiled broadly and started to sing, and then sang more softly so no one would hear them. She didn't want her mother to hear her in Savannah's room. She liked it here, and she liked her. She was still listening to the iPod when Savannah finished putting her things away. There was tons of room, more than she needed. There was a gigantic walk-in closet and built-in racks for her shoes.
Daisy was still sitting on the bed and took the iPod off so she could talk to Savannah again. "I like your music. It's cool." She had the same soft southern drawl their father did, and it sounded cute on her. It was eleven o'clock by then. "Do you like your mom being a lawyer? Mine doesn't do anything. She plays bridge and goes to lunch, and shops a lot."
"I like shopping too," Savannah admitted. "So does my mom, but she works hard. Her work is really interesting, except when something stupid happens, like the letters I got. That never happened before. My grandma was a lawyer too," she added. "Now she's a judge."
"I thought judges were men." Daisy looked puzzled.
"Nope," Savannah informed her. "They can be women too. She runs the family court, they do divorces and stuff, custody cases, a lot of stuff about kids."
"She must be smart." Daisy looked impressed.
"She is, and nice. I love her a lot."
"My grandma is the president general of the United Daughters of the Confederacy." It was a mouthful for a ten-year-old, but she whipped through it, never realizing that she was Savannah's grandmother too. "And I have two brothers, Henry and Travis." Savannah laughed at that.
"Me too."
"That's odd." Daisy looked surprised.
"Same brothers, because we have the same dad," Savannah explained.
"That is soooo weird," she said, smiling. "I always wanted a sister."
"Me too."
"Did you know about me?" Daisy asked, as she lay back against the pillows and looked at Savannah.
"Yes, I did," Savannah said gently. "My mom told me a long time ago." And then she had an idea. "Do you want to sleep in here with me tonight?" There was room for ten of them in the huge bed, and Savannah thought it might form a bond between them that was already off to a good start. Daisy considered the offer, and then nodded. "Do you want to go get your bear?" Savannah asked, since Daisy had said she slept with him.
"I better not. Mama might hear me and not let me come back." She was smart, and right. "I can sleep with yours."
Savannah pulled the covers down for her, and Daisy slipped between the sheets with a grin. Savannah went to put her own nightgown on then, and was back in a few minutes while Daisy waited for her wide awake. And Savannah turned off the lights and got into bed too.
"Are you scared to be here?" Daisy asked her in a whisper after a few minutes. They were both lying on their backs in the dark, looking up at the blue silk canopy on the bed. The question made Savannah think of her mother and how much she missed her, and how strange it was to be here.
"A little," she answered in a whisper. "That's why I asked you to sleep with me tonight." In answer, Daisy slipped her small hand into Savannah's and held tight.
"You'll be okay," she rea.s.sured her. "Daddy won't let anything happen to you, and the bad man won't write to you anymore, and then your mama will put him in jail. And we have each other now," she said with the sweetness and innocence of childhood. What she said, and the little hand in hers, brought tears to Savannah's eyes.
"Thank you," she said softly, and leaned over to kiss Daisy on the cheek. It was soft and felt like a baby's skin to her. Daisy smiled and closed her eyes, and kept her hand in Savannah's. Her grip relaxed eventually, and they both fell asleep side by side.
It was after midnight when their father knocked gently on the door. When there was no answer, he opened it a crack to peek in. He saw that Savannah was in bed, and tiptoed into the room in the darkness, and then noticed two shapes side by side in the moonlight. He saw both his daughters there, sound asleep and holding hands. He stood looking at them for a minute with a tender smile, as tears ran down his cheeks. And then he left the room as silently as he had come in and closed the door.
Chapter 8.
When Savannah woke up in the morning, sunlight was streaming into the room, and Daisy was gone. She was shocked to see that it was ten o'clock and she had slept like a rock. She hadn't heard Daisy steal out of the room in the morning, and there was no evidence that she'd been there. She had left the room at dawn so no one would find her in Savannah's bed, or there would have been h.e.l.l to pay with her mother.
Savannah showered, brushed her hair and teeth and dressed, and made her way to the kitchen, where two women were sitting at the kitchen table. They smiled when she walked in.
"Good morning," Savannah said cautiously, wondering where her stepmother was.
"We've been waiting for you to get up. We didn't want to wake you," the older of the two said. "Mr. Beaumont said he'd be back at eleven to pick you up. He had to do some things at the office. And Mrs. Beaumont is at the hairdresser and has a luncheon in town after that." That meant her father would be back in half an hour for the sightseeing he'd promised. The two women introduced themselves as Tallulah and Jane. Tallulah was Jed's wife, and Jane was from Memphis, and had an accent but a different one. Savannah was fascinated by how they spoke.
They asked her what she'd like for breakfast, and she said cereal would be fine and she could help herself, but they insisted on serving her on flowered china, which they set on a delicately embroidered linen mat. Everything was fancy here. Nothing was simple or plain or practical, like at home. She felt totally out of her depth. She and her mother lived nicely, but nothing even remotely like this. This was another world. She realized now too what a shock it must have been for her mother to come back from all this after being banished. She must have felt like Cinderella after the ball, when the coach turned into a pumpkin, and the white horses into mice, and in her case Prince Charming into a rat. Savannah felt sorry for her.
She was just finis.h.i.+ng her cereal when her father returned and strode into the kitchen looking handsome as ever in an immaculately tailored tweed jacket and gray slacks.
"Hi, Savannah," he said breezily. "How did you sleep?"
"Like a baby."
"Ready for the grand tour?" She nodded, thanked the two ladies in their white uniforms with starched lace ap.r.o.ns, and followed him into the front hall. She went to get a jacket and her bag, since it was cool but not cold and there was a breeze off the ocean, as there often was in Charleston, which translated to crus.h.i.+ng humidity in summer. And five minutes later they were in his car, a Jaguar, and heading toward the heart of town.
They chatted easily about the city, and the first place he took her was Fort Sumter for a lesson in local history. It was where the first shot had been fired in the War Between the States. Savannah found it fascinating when they took the tour, particularly the totally southern slant they had on everything. It was all about the Confederacy, and never the North, which for them didn't seem to exist, except as the enemy they had loathed a hundred fifty years before, and in some cases still did.
From there he took her to the French Quarter to look around, and then to lunch at a quaint restaurant with a back garden. The food was spicy local fare, with crab soup and crab cakes, shrimp and rice, all in delicate sauces with aromatic spices. It was delicious, and they laughed together at lunch, and afterward he took her on a horse-drawn carriage ride down cobblestone streets, where they saw more historic sights, and he pointed out several popular coffeehouses to her, where young people hung out.
Afterward he drove her past several shops he said she might like to check out later, and past the spectacular beaches of Sullivan Island on the way home.
They got back to the house at four-thirty after a wonderful day together. And her father had told her over lunch that she was starting school the next day. It was all arranged. She would be a senior, of course, and she was welcome to attend their graduation and walk with the other students, although her official diploma would come from her school in New York. He had had her transcript faxed by her school, and the one in Charleston was impressed by her grades. He was going to drive her there in the morning himself, and pick her up on her first day, and after that he said she could drive herself. He had had the car detailed for her that day. He had left nothing out, and had taken care of everything, and she was touched.
They were both smiling and chatting easily as they walked into the house, and both of them were startled to find themselves face-to-face with Luisa, who had just come in too, from her lunch. And when she saw them, it was too late for her to avoid them or hide. The dreaded meeting between Savannah and her stepmother could no longer be put off.
"h.e.l.lo," Savannah said shyly. She was the first to speak, as Luisa glared at her without a word. She was wearing a royal blue suit with satin lapels, and sapphires on her ears. Her hairdo looked like a helmet, and there was not a hair out of place. Her manicure was perfect, and her eyes looked into Savannah's like knives.
"This is Savannah," Tom said gently, to break the ice, as though Luisa didn't know. "And Savannah, this is Luisa, your stepmother." He knew instantly that it was a mistake, as his wife turned on him with a vicious look and ignored Savannah.
"I am not not her stepmother," she said fiercely. "She may be your daughter, but she's not mine, in any way or form. And don't forget who your her stepmother," she said fiercely. "She may be your daughter, but she's not mine, in any way or form. And don't forget who your real real daughter is in this house." daughter is in this house."
"They're both both my real daughters," Tom said firmly, as Savannah wished she could melt into the floor and disappear. This wasn't fun. Daisy was right. Luisa was livid that she was there and made no attempt to conceal it. In fact, she wanted to be sure that Savannah knew just how unwelcome she was. my real daughters," Tom said firmly, as Savannah wished she could melt into the floor and disappear. This wasn't fun. Daisy was right. Luisa was livid that she was there and made no attempt to conceal it. In fact, she wanted to be sure that Savannah knew just how unwelcome she was.
"I'm sorry you feel that way," Luisa said, as she walked past them to the kitchen to speak to the cook about dinner. Savannah wondered if she was going to be allowed to eat with them. It didn't seem likely, or appealing if she was.
Tom looked at her apologetically and shrugged. "She'll calm down. This is hard for her," he said lamely, unable to explain his wife's appalling conduct and embarra.s.sed by it. Savannah was trying to rea.s.sure him as Daisy bounded down the stairs, and threw her arms around Savannah's waist. She was still hugging her when Luisa came back into the hall, and looked like she was going to have apoplexy when she saw Daisy wrapped around Savannah.
"Have you all lost your minds?" she said to her husband and daughter. "This girl is a stranger to us. She's a guest here, brought by your father. She is not not part of our family, and surely not of mine. I'd like you both to remember that, and to keep in mind just who I am here. I'm your mother and your wife, and whatever mistakes your father made in his past are not my business or my problem, or yours," she said, looking straight at Daisy, who took her arms from around her sister's waist, so as not to upset her mother further. "We'll get through this, since we have to, but there is no need to act as though you've found some long-lost relative and brought her home. This is part of our family, and surely not of mine. I'd like you both to remember that, and to keep in mind just who I am here. I'm your mother and your wife, and whatever mistakes your father made in his past are not my business or my problem, or yours," she said, looking straight at Daisy, who took her arms from around her sister's waist, so as not to upset her mother further. "We'll get through this, since we have to, but there is no need to act as though you've found some long-lost relative and brought her home. This is our our home, not hers. And she is not my relative, or yours," she said to Daisy again, and with that she glared at her husband, ignored Savannah, and stomped up the stairs at full speed. And an instant later they heard the door of her room slam with a vengeance, as they stood looking at each other, embarra.s.sed and confused. Tom glanced apologetically at his older daughter, who was shaken and near tears. Luisa had hit them with the force of a tornado, and had left them like rubble in her wake. home, not hers. And she is not my relative, or yours," she said to Daisy again, and with that she glared at her husband, ignored Savannah, and stomped up the stairs at full speed. And an instant later they heard the door of her room slam with a vengeance, as they stood looking at each other, embarra.s.sed and confused. Tom glanced apologetically at his older daughter, who was shaken and near tears. Luisa had hit them with the force of a tornado, and had left them like rubble in her wake.
"Daddy, maybe I should go," she whispered to her father. "I'll be fine in New York. Mom was just being nervous. I don't want to cause any trouble here." Nor be treated like a pariah, or abused by a woman who clearly hated her.
"You're not going anywhere," her father said firmly and gave her a hug. "I'm sorry. Luisa has a terrible temper. She'll calm down." He glanced down at Daisy then, who looked crestfallen.
"Are you going?" Daisy asked Savannah.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "I think I should. I don't want to upset your mom."
"She's being mean," Daisy said, looking angry. "I like having you here. I want a sister. Don't go," she said pleadingly, and put her arms around Savannah's waist again. She was hard to resist.
Tom led them both up the stairs, with an arm around each of them. He liked having Savannah there too. He had always wanted her to visit, but Luisa would never allow it. Now the matter had been taken out of her hands by fate, and he was glad. He agreed with Daisy, and didn't want her to leave.
He told Daisy to go and do her homework, and left Savannah in her room and told her to relax. She thanked him for the nice day again, but her eyes were worried, and she called her mother as soon as he left the room, and told her what had happened.
"She is such such a b.i.t.c.h," Alexa said in an exasperated tone. a b.i.t.c.h," Alexa said in an exasperated tone.
"I don't know what to do, Mom. I think I should go. She's scarier than the guy writing me letters. She looked like she wanted to kill me a minute ago."
"She probably did want to kill you, but she won't. The 'guy writing you letters' might. I don't want you back here. I hate to do this to you, but you have to try and stick it out. Just stay away from her as much as you can. Did your father say anything to her to shut her up?"
"He tried. She ran right over him and told him off."
"She always did, and so does his mother. The two of them together are a force to be reckoned with, and he's no match for either of them. I don't mean to be ungrateful for what he's doing now, having you there, but he has no b.a.l.l.s. Luisa cut them off ten years ago." Savannah didn't like hearing it, and Alexa was instantly sorry she'd said it. He was Savannah's father, but it was true. She was living proof. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," Alexa apologized quickly. "Just stay in your room, or go out, or wear your iPod. I don't want you back in New York until after the trial."
Savannah felt as though she had been sentenced to hard labor, or prison, no matter how pretty the furniture was or how big the house. She hated it here. And Luisa hated her. It was going to be a miserable three months. And her mother was right. Her father was no match for Luisa. Savannah had just seen it for herself.
"I'll try" was all Savannah would commit to, and promised herself to stick it out till her mother came to visit. And if it didn't get any better, she was going back to New York with her, or she'd run away. She wasn't going to live like this for three months, for anyone.
"I'm sorry, baby. I can't come down this weekend, but I'll be down the following one. I promise. Just keep your head down and ignore her."
"Yeah, right," Savannah said, and hung up. She was mad at her mother now too, for sending her here to live with this witch. She was worse than the evil stepmother in any fairy tale or bad movie. Cinderella's life was a snap compared to this. As she thought it, Daisy slipped into the room with a worried look. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Savannah said, looking discouraged, and then smiled at her. "I'm not used to this. I wish I were home," she said honestly, and Daisy nodded.
"I know. She can be pretty mean. She's like that to my dad a lot."
"That must be hard for you," Savannah said sympathetically, as Daisy shrugged.
"My dad is always nice to me, and my brothers." She smiled at Savannah and gave her a hug. "I hope you stay."
"We'll see how it goes," Savannah said noncommittally, but she couldn't imagine it for the next three months until after the trial, or even four, if the trial took a long time, which it probably would. It sounded like a complicated trial to her.
As the two girls sat talking in Savannah's room, Tom and Luisa were in a pitched battle in theirs.
"What the h.e.l.l are you thinking?" he raged at her. "Saying those things, in front of Daisy, and Savannah. How can you be so threatened by a seventeen-year-old girl?"
"I don't want her here!" Luisa shouted back at him. "She's the result of a mistake you made, and I don't want her in my face, or my home." She looked righteous about it, and he stared at her in astonishment.
"Are you crazy? You can't rewrite history with me, Luisa. I was there. You walked out on me and our boys, you dumped me, divorced me, abandoned them, and married someone else who had more money than I did. I married Alexa while you were married to him, happily spending his money in Dallas, and you didn't give a flying f.u.c.k about us, me, or your boys. You didn't give a d.a.m.n about me until he died, and you decided you wanted your old life back, G.o.d knows why. Lonely maybe, because you sure didn't need the money. And then you conned me into an affair with you, and I was stupid enough to fall for it, while you saw to it that you got pregnant and cried to my mother that I couldn't let you have an illegitimate baby, and I actually felt sorry for you, and left the woman I loved for you. Savannah is the result of a respectable marriage with a terrific woman who was wonderful to your boys, and whom I was dumb enough to give up for you, in order to be 'honorable.' What a crock of s.h.i.+t that was, and this marriage is. And I've allowed you to force me to keep Savannah away from here for ten years, to make you happy. I pushed out my own daughter. It's a wonder she even talks to me. And now when her life is at stake, and I bring her here for three months, you're rotten to her, and beat me up, and act as though she's a 'mistake' I made with some hooker while I cheated on you. You abandoned us, Luisa, flat and simple. And I'm not going to abandon my daughter again to make you happy. What I did to her mother was bad enough."
"If you're so sorry about it, go back to her," Luisa said coldly.
"That isn't the point. I may have been honorable to you, but I was anything but to her. We all know that, and so do you, so lay off, and be civil to Savannah, or you're going to have some very serious trouble with me." And without another word, and before Luisa could respond, he stormed out of the room and slammed the door. Both girls heard it from Savannah's room, but didn't comment. They could both guess what it was, and why. It was the first time in a long time, if ever, that Tom had stood up to Luisa like that, and she was in a rage, but she didn't pursue it, or him, any further and stayed in her room.
He went back to his study and called their older son, and invited him and his fiancee, Scarlette, to dinner that night. He had told Travis that morning at the bank that Savannah was there. Travis was surprised, as his father explained it to him. And he could easily guess how unhappy his mother was about it. He hadn't been allowed to mention Alexa or Savannah in ten years, and had always felt guilty about not keeping up contact with them. He had tried to for a while, and then just let it slide, and he knew his brother had too. Travis was fifteen when Alexa left, and still young, although he had loved her and she had been good to him, which made him feel even worse. His mother had made it clear that any contact with her would be considered treason and a betrayal of his "real" mother, and he'd been young enough to buy into it. He was twenty-five now, worked at his father's bank in town, and was planning to be married in June, to a girl from a very social Charleston family, whose ancestors were even more steeped in the Confederacy than his. She had more generals in her family than they had oak trees on their property. She was a wonderful girl, and he was deeply in love with her. She was a nurse, and a very kind person. He liked the fact that she worked, and was unpretentious, no matter how ill.u.s.trious or wealthy her family was. She wanted to keep nursing until they had babies, which his mother said was ridiculous. She didn't think it looked right for the wife of a Beaumont to be a nurse. Travis was entirely happy with it, and supported Scarlette's decision.
His father sounded tense and exasperated when he called and invited him and Scarlette to dinner. "Things are a little rocky around here," he said honestly. "Your mother is upset about Savannah. Very Very upset. You know how she is." Travis knew her raging temper tantrums only too well. She had them about everything, although he could imagine that the current one was a lulu. The only thing worse, in her mind, would have been to bring Alexa back instead of her daughter. But having Savannah there was bad enough, to her. Travis could easily imagine how unpleasant the atmosphere was at the house right now, and felt sorry for his father. "I thought if you and Scarlette came to dinner, it might distract her a bit, and ease things up." upset. You know how she is." Travis knew her raging temper tantrums only too well. She had them about everything, although he could imagine that the current one was a lulu. The only thing worse, in her mind, would have been to bring Alexa back instead of her daughter. But having Savannah there was bad enough, to her. Travis could easily imagine how unpleasant the atmosphere was at the house right now, and felt sorry for his father. "I thought if you and Scarlette came to dinner, it might distract her a bit, and ease things up."
"Sure, Dad. I'll see what Scarlette's doing. She just got off work an hour ago. I'll call you back." He did, and said they would be there at seven-thirty, in time to sit down to dinner, and Tom called the cook to tell her, after he thanked his son profusely. He announced it to Savannah and Daisy when he cruised past Savannah's room a little while later, and found both girls there, still talking. Daisy was excited to see Travis and her future sister-in-law.
"You'll like her," Daisy a.s.sured Savannah. "She's really nice. And Travis is great." Savannah barely remembered him after almost eleven years. She was six the last time she saw him.
The two girls trooped down to dinner together at precisely seven-thirty, just as Travis and Scarlette walked in. She was a pretty girl with features like a cameo, and long straight black hair, and he was the image of his father, but younger and even better looking. The young couple were both wearing jeans and nice sweaters, which apparently was allowed. Savannah had worn a skirt, sweater, and high heels, and looked very proper. Her long blond hair shone after she brushed it. And Daisy was wearing her school uniform with slippers. Tom had taken off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves, so apparently dinner at the Beaumonts' was not as formal as Savannah had feared.
Tom introduced Travis to Savannah, and the two stood smiling at each other, shyly. Travis said she had just been a little squirt the last time he saw her, and he didn't say it, but seeing her reminded him totally of her mother, just as it did everyone else. She was the image of Alexa. She and Scarlette chatted easily while they waited to be called in to dinner, and Scarlette talked about how busy her mother was with the wedding, which was going to be huge. She said they were inviting eight hundred people, which sounded like most of Charleston.
As they were talking, Luisa came down the stairs and walked into the living room, stunned to see her oldest son and his fiancee.
"What is this?" she asked coldly, fearing that Tom had organized some kind of dinner party to celebrate Savannah, and hadn't told her.
"Travis called and said he wanted to come to dinner," Tom said quickly, and Luisa wasn't sure she believed him. "I didn't think you'd object. It was half an hour ago, and you were resting." They both knew she hadn't been resting, but they hadn't been on speaking terms either, and still weren't, except in public. Privately, they were still furious with each other.
"Of course I'm happy to see Travis, and Scarlette," Luisa said, gus.h.i.+ng as she rushed toward them. Her eyes were still smoldering, but she smiled broadly as she embraced them both, and made idle chitchat with them, while she totally ignored Savannah, which was a relief to her. She had no desire to talk to Luisa.
They went in to dinner, and Luisa sat between her husband and son. She put Scarlette next to Travis, and Daisy next to her father, lest he needed to be reminded who his "real" daughter was, and she seated Savannah between Scarlette and Daisy, by simply pointing to the seat and saying nothing. Savannah was well aware that if Luisa could have seated her in the garage, or someone else's home, she would have. But Savannah had a nice time at dinner talking to Scarlette and Daisy. She liked Scarlette a lot, as Daisy had promised. She was warm, kind, well brought up, compa.s.sionate, and unpretentious. She was an oncology nurse and worked with people with cancer, and said she loved what she did. Travis was very proud of her and looked very happy. And they talked about the wedding a lot during the meal. Luisa was obviously very excited about it. They were giving a rehearsal dinner for three hundred at their club, and Daisy was going to be Scarlette's flower girl. Scarlette had already ordered a dress from Badgley Mischka, and the bridesmaids' gowns were being done by Vera w.a.n.g. Her own mother was planning to wear a very elegant brown satin coat and gown by Oscar de la Renta. And Luisa hadn't told anyone what she was planning to wear yet, but Daisy knew because she had seen it in her closet and overheard. Her mother was planning to wear red.
Everyone seemed to relax during dinner, and Tom's plan to have Travis there had been a good idea. Luisa seemed to have unbent a little by the end of dinner, and looked less angry. She said nothing to Tom after Travis and Scarlette left, but at least she made no vicious comments. She went back up to her room, and this time closed the door and didn't slam it. Tom said goodnight to his girls and went to his study, where he had moved his things. Daisy went to her room to finish her homework, but promised in a whisper to sleep in Savannah's room again that night so she wouldn't be scared. And Savannah went to her own quarters and collapsed on the bed with a groan. Being here was a lot of work. And she was starting school tomorrow.
She called her mother and told her she had met Travis and Scarlette, and they were really nice to her. Savannah and Alexa chatted for a while. Alexa was really busy. And as promised, Daisy showed up in her room at ten o'clock and sneaked into Savannah's bed. Her mother had already said goodnight to her, so the coast was clear.
The two girls held hands again after chatting for a few minutes, and this time, even faster than the night before, they fell asleep. For Savannah, it had been one h.e.l.l of a first day.
Chapter 9.