“You’re going to the beach in the middle of winter?” Alison asked in disbelief as she hugged herself. So, what’s your idea? A summer vacation at the beach?” “Remember Pilgrim Cove? Remember the beautiful beach?” Laura watched her sister’s eyes widen and a grin light up her face. “I’m not concerned about finding medical care. Nothing except the knowledge that there were no guarantees. Not that you have anything to worry about anymore,” she added quickly. “And we have fabulous medical centers, too,” interrupted Alison. “I do know it, and I love you all for it, but. And the kids would adore having their Aunt Laura close by.” “Charles especially wants you to know that the invitation comes from him, too. “But you know how much we’d love for you to join us in Atlanta,” continued Alison. Leftovers filled the refrigerator shelves-not that she had much of an appetite. Her Boston home had overflowed with visitors the evening before, but she and Ali were alone now. “I’m sorry, Ali, but I’m not ready to make such a big decision.” Laura McCloud sat at the kitchen table across from her sister the morning after their mother’s funeral sipping coffee and nibbling a piece of dry toast.
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