“All right, munchkin,” Scarlett told Alice as the little girl splashed around in the oversized bathtub. “Any more water on the floor, and I’m going to have to start swimming out here.”
Alice giggled and kept on with her swimming practice, which equated to kicking her feet as hard as she could, sending geysers of water up and over the side of the tub.
Alice had adjusted well. It was still too early to say for sure, but in the past several days, she seemed to be settling into her new living arrangements without issue. That wasn’t surprising though. She was a strong kid, and really, she hadn’t been very close to her mother, a woman who had spent more time at social events than she did with her daughter.
It was a shame Alice hadn’t gotten to know her father sooner, a man who had surprisingl
