“Josie, even though it’s scorching out, you really should cut back on the iced treats. They’re murder on the stomach.”
Josefina felt a warmth spread through her at Hattie’s care, finding solace in her words that soothed her spirit.
“Okay, I’ll stop,” Josefina said. Her appetite was waning anyway. Just Regina’s and Lena’s spiteful faces was enough to make her lose her appetite, especially with Regina’s spit flying as she spoke. She didn’t even want to touch her bowl anymore.
Even Garrett, whose sensitivity paled in comparison to Hattie’s, could sense the shift in Hattie’s mood. “Josie, I’ve got a fireworks show in the works just for you. Once they arrive, we’ll have ourselves a spectacle that’ll put Oliver’s display tonight to shame.”
Lena stood up, linking her arm through Garrett’s. “Daddy, I want to see the fireworks too.”
Josefina eyed Lena’s gesture. The coziness of it was the kind of closeness a real daughter would show.
Hattie, catching the scene, chided Lena, “Honey, let go of your father. He’s been drinking, reeks of booze – it’s enough to knock someone out.”
Garrett lifted his arm. “Your mother’s right. I need to hit the shower.” After saying that, Garrett made himself scarce, keen on not stirring up any trouble with Hattie.
As Garrett left, Hattie, all smiles, turned to Josefina. “What’s the chat about, girls?”
Regina and Lena were startled, worried Josefina might just spill the beans. Lena quickly piped up, “We were saying how stunning Josie looked in her evening gown tonight, and how beautiful the fireworks were. Oliver is so good to her.”
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