A thought struck her. Someday, she would walk this beach with only the memory of her mother for company. But that was not today. Grateful for Carlotta’s presence, she grasped her hand and marveled at the energy and life force that tingled in her mother’s firm grip.
Carlotta peered at her as if reading her thoughts, the light in her eyes reassuring Ivy. “And what a grand time we’ll have in South Africa,” Carlotta continued. “Did I tell you about our old friends we’re meeting in Cape Town? They have a thriving vineyard and a beautiful wine cave where they host receptions and weddings.”
“Tell me again, Mom,” Ivy said, clutching her mother’s arm and enjoying her enthusiasm for life.
As Carlotta talked about their friends, Ivy wondered if someday she would grow to be more like her mother, wi
