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A remote powered toy car zoomed past Vivi’s foot, buzzing as it rolled around the room. Vivi’s mother, Evelyn Sheldon, stood by the sink in her kitchen and glanced over at Vivi.
“She can’t get enough of that car. It makes babysitting easy. All we do is hand her the remote and she’s off,” Evelyn said with a smile. She shook the water from her hands and snagged a towel to dry them.
“I know. I promised her we’d get one for home.” Vivi glanced through the archway into the living room where Julianna stood by the windows, grinning as she guided the remote car around the legs of the coffee table. Vivi turned back at the sound of her mother’s footsteps. Her mother stepped over to the kitchen table. Evelyn was tall and elegant and moved with fluid grace. Vivi had inherited her mother’s almost
