“Yep. Amanda took her to the airport Saturday morning. From all reports, her family was relatively glad to have her home. Or, as she put it when she called to tell Amanda she’d arrived safely, ‘They let me have my old bedroom instead of sticking me in the one in the attic so I’d be out of sight and out of mind.’”
“Poor kid.”
“She’ll be okay. She’s got what it takes—brains, common sense, and ambition.” Quint hugged Jamie. “If he turns out half as well as she has…”
“With you and Clay as parents, he’ll be fantastic.”
“I can only hope.” Quint smiled at his son. “Yeah, Rory’s right. You will be the best man ever, if we all survive your teens.” He sat on the sofa, juggling Jamie on his knee, then said, “Let me see the pictures.”
Rory took the first one from the folder, giving it to Quint.
