“You can be a good grandmother and support them, even though it’ll mean growing a new tongue every other day,” Sally suggested. “And be a good mother-in-law, too. Being a mean one won’t help the situation at all. I’m living proof of that.”

Lily used her spoon to point at Sally. “You’ve never been a grandmother or a mother-in-law.”

“But I’ve had a mother-in-law that kept throwing little digs until she convinced her son I wasn’t good enough for him,” Sally reminded her.

Lily’s good news didn’t seem as important as it had when she got to the shop, not when Teena was dealing with so much. She thought of those little soon-to-be-fifteen-year-old twin girls having sex and hoped they were using protection. How old were the boys they were out partying with? Did they have enough sense to at least bring condoms?

“Well, my news isn’t that big,” Sally sighed. “I went on a date last night with this guy I met on a dating site, and it was a disaster. His picture and profile said he was forty years old and a banker.”

“And?” Teena stopped pacing and sat down in a chair.

“He might have been forty at one time, and he was a retired banker, but he has kids as old as me and several grandchildren.” Sally groaned. “I barely made it through thirty minutes of drinks before I fled. That’s what I get for trusting a dating site.”

Lily giggled first, then Teena got tickled, and soon they were all laughing. When things settled down, Lily dabbed at her eyes with a tissue she pulled from a box on the counter. “I tried one of those dating sites once, too. I went to the restaurant where we were to have dinner, saw the rose on the table—that was to be my sign—and walked right past him to the exit.”

“Why?” Sally asked.

Lily shrugged. “He looked too much like Wyatt. I went straight home, paid the sitter, and made popcorn for the kids. We watched a movie. Never tried it again.”

“So we both had crappy nights.” Teena focused on Lily. “What happened that you needed to talk?”

“Holly talked to me.” Lily told them and went on with the story.

“I remember all of us being fourteen and not talking to our mothers,” Sally sighed. “It must be horrible to be the mother and going through that.”

“I have boys,” Teena said. “They’re inclined to either tell too much or not enough. It’s totally different than raising girls, or so I’m told. I’m glad she’s confiding in you, and really glad that my new daughter-in-law is at least nineteen years old and not fourteen. Messin’ around with a girl that age could land my boys in jail.”

Lily nodded. “And Mack kissed me.”

Teena grinned and Sally nodded.