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“YOU COULD HAVE CALLED to warn me he was coming home,” Lexie gently chided Mary the next afternoon as she sat in a booth and rolled silverware in paper napkins. The baby she carried was oddly still.

Lexie and Heidi came by the Painted Pony on Monday mornings to help Mary put the place back in order after a hectic few days of weekend traffic. Mary’s business was steady, but she, like everyone else in Silver Bend, ran lean in terms of crew. Although Lexie used to be a cook and waitress for Mary, the discovery of her pregnancy and the complications that made it high risk had forced Lexie to stop working altogether, swallow her pride and apply for assistance.

“Heidi, don’t do that.” Mary turned to Heidi, who had stacked glasses in a pyramid at the other end of Lexie’s table without Lexie even noticing.

“I know what I’m doing.” Heidi grinned. “Just a few more and I’ll break my record.”

“If any glasses break, I’d like them to be broken by paying customers,” Mary chastised, but some of the sting had vanished from her tone.

Heidi’s smile was nearly as powerful as her father’s.

“Heidi, just because you started wearing a bra doesn’t mean you can bend the rules.” Lexie tried to tease Heidi into doing what her grandmother had asked.

“Mo-om.” Heidi rolled her eyes. “Have I ever broken a glass?”

“Yes!” Mary and Lexie chimed in.

“That was a long time ago.” Heidi delicately placed another glass on her pyramid.

“Two months,” Lexie pointed out.

“Last June,” Mary clarified. “Go put those in the dishwasher with the other dishes you’re supposed to be washing.”

“And if you break any, you’ll be grounded until you’re old enough to wear a girdle,” Lexie added.