Theresa and Francine walked to the garage while James parked. After he stopped the car they helped Sarah lift the baby from her car seat and the cat in her carrier. The women’s friendly smiles were as wide as their open arms. The older woman embraced Sarah, and the younger woman held Grace.
“Welcome James and Sarah,” the older woman said. She peeked under the blanket draped over the younger woman’s shoulder to look at the baby. “And this pretty little one must be Grace. I’m Theresa.” She nodded at the younger woman holding the baby. “This is my daughter Francine. Don’t worry. You’re among family here.”
Theresa looked like Olivia, James thought. She had the same wisps of gray in her red hair, only her tone was more burgundy, shoulder length and pulled into a ponytail. Francine was younger
