“We’re going on break, Mom. This is the kind of sister fight we don’t want to see,” Nick said. Finn nodded his agreement as they took off for the patio out front, leaving the customers and the fighting to me and the sister squad.

Rose hugged me and said, “Lily, I was planning to pick you up and take you for a pedicure.” She pulled back and looked down at my hands and added, “Yeesh, and a manicure. We’re finally together, in the same town, we can hang out just like real sisters. No more FaceTime, no more emails. We’ll do lunch at least once a week, drink wine, get our nails done, pick out date clothes, talk about boys…”

I laughed and hugged her back. “That sounds wonderful, Rose.” I looked over at Violet, who was grinning at us and shaking her head.

“Get out of here. Go get beautified with Rose and have fun tonight, Lily. Tomorrow, I’m going to be all big sisterly and demand details. And since I’m letting you both out of here early, you’re gonna spill it all.”

Rose tossed my purse to me, and I tossed my apron to Violet.

“Send the boys back in,” she called out.

“Are you nervous?” Rose whispered after I shut the door of her blue Beetle and fastened the seat belt. She started the car and turned out of the parking lot.

“A little bit. What if we do it? What if he’s disappointed? I’ve had two kids. I’m different.”

“Pshhh, shut up. You’re not different. And even if you were, one of those kids is his, so if anything happened to your hootenanny, it’s half his fault anyway.”

“Hootenanny? You’re a nut. I didn’t mean physically, but now that I’m thinking about it…” I shook my head. Focus, Lily, you don’t need more to worry about. “I meant that it’s been years. What if we don’t have chemistry anymore?”

“Didn’t you text me to tell me you dry humped each other in his office? Dry humping means you have chemistry. If you can get off with pants on, you’ve still got it.”

I laughed. Dry humping was such a ridiculous phrase.

“Want to go to Becca’s to get our nails done, or do it at my place?” Rose asked.

“Becca’s. I miss her. Is she still hung up on Levi?” I asked.

Rose stopped at a red light, turned to me, and rolled her eyes. “Yes, poor thing. And Levi is as clueless as ever.” Becca’s family owned a spa in town. Becca was the same age as Jude and Levi; they’d all been friends since kindergarten.

“It’s green, Rose,” I said, and she stuck her tongue out at me before she moved through the quiet intersection. “It’s deserted in town today. Where is everyone?”