The Good Life Page 25
by Marian Thurm
Stroking Olivia’s thick, sweat-dampened hair on this sweltering afternoon, absently lifting it off her smooth pale neck and letting it fall back again, Jefrie will swear she can still see Stacy doubled over in joyous laughter, slender arms wrapped around her middle; can still hear the sound of the two of them laughing their heads off in a room just like this one. As if it were yesterday, Jefrie will say.
And Olivia, the daughter she and Honey have nurtured so tenderly—as Stacy knew they were meant to—will nod and say, I believe you.