Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- One
- Two
- Chapter One
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Chapter Two
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Chapter Three
- Ten
- Eleven
- Chapter Four
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Chapter Five
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Chapter Six
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Chapter Seven
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Chapter Eight
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Chapter Nine
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Ten
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Chapter Eleven
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Chapter Twelve
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirteen
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Chapter Fourteen
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Chapter Fifteen
- The Following Summer
- About the Author
- About the Publisher
Digger took a deep breath, then did something unexpected: he finished addressing the party invitation to Andrew Sloane.
“Wait—you’re still going to invite him?”
“Uh-huh.” Digger licked the envelope and picked up the last unaddressed party invitation. “Look. I’m not happy you went to see Uncle Andrew without talking to me first. And I’m not happy that he said those things to you. But if Gigi wants him here, he gets an invitation.”
“But what about the awful things he said?”
“He’s entitled to his opinion. As for Teddy’s death? I happen to agree with him, at least in terms of my involvement.”
“But it was an accident!”
Digger shook his head. “A car accident is an accident. Neither Teddy nor I knew anything about going through rapids, and Gigi shouldn’t have bought him a boat so we could try. It was sheer stupidity.”
Ali didn’t add that she’d also thought Digger had been stupid when Alfie had told her what had happened. “Is that why you left Saint John and never wanted to come back?”
Digger nodded, then picked up his pen and finished filling out the invitation. “I owed it to Uncle Andrew to leave town and never come back.”
“But if we’d never come back, I’d never have met Alfie!”
“Maybe that would have been for the best. All this talk about Alfie and her birthday party has given Gigi hope for a reconciliation that’s never going to happen.”
“Maybe Uncle Andrew will get the invitation and change his mind!”
“Don’t count on it.” He sealed the last envelope and stood up. “I’m off to make my deliveries. Do you mind keeping an eye on Gigi?”
“Okay.”
The phone rang as Ali headed upstairs to check on Gigi. The display read PRINCESS ELIZABETH SCHOOL. Great. When the voice message button began to light up, Ali picked up the receiver and entered the code.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Sloane, this is Principal Birchwood. Ali didn’t attend her afternoon classes. I’m assuming she went home sick, but just wanted to make sure. Can you call or send me an email to let me know you got this message?”
Ali hit delete.
A few minutes later, Ali rapped on Gigi’s door. There was no response. Ali decided to let her be. She didn’t want to watch Gigi sleep. In her heart, she knew Digger and her mom were right; Gigi needed more help. At least she would have her birthday party, even if the Other Sloanes weren’t there, and Ali would do her best to make it the best party ever.