Chapter 9
“God. You should have seen her, Bill. I wish I could have shared it with you. We had the best time picking out the yarn.” Perrin’s voice over the phone was almost as breathless as Tammy’s had been.
“Wish I could have seen it.” He wished it so much it ached. His daughter had come home from her afternoon lit up like she was the queen of the world. Any lingering desire to chew her out for lying to him about going to Gretchen’s died when she threw herself into his arms.
“It took her a good half hour at top speed to tell me about all the things the two of you had done. And she can talk awfully fast when she’s on a roll.”
Bill lay back on the top of his bed covers and stared at the dim ceiling.
“You aren’t upset, are you?” Perrin’s voice was soft.
“Upset? At what?”
“Well, I mean
