The whole “love and cherish” thing needed a major revamp, in her opinion, as well. The “worse” in “for better or worse” didn’t begin to cover the ways that Doug had ridiculed her for her “irrational fears,” which Katrina knew was just her ability to see coming grief and avoid it.
#Summertime madness sample code#
Where were the vows that dealt with globs of toothpaste in the sink, dirty underwear on the ceiling fan, and ancient books everywhere? Why weren’t there promises recited that dealt with “adventure” and “spontaneity” - code words Katrina now knew meant utter chaos? Their wedding vows had not been specific enough, she realized. And that had been way before Katrina was ready for her and the crazy thing called marriage. Francesca had been fighting Katrina’s plans for her since she popped out of the womb. Katrina had no doubt of the truth of that statement. “How can you not want to go to Mars? It’s a two year adventure - the chance of a lifetime! If I was old enough to buy a ticket, I would.” “Well, if he wants me to go, I’ll be staying right here.” Her green eyes flashed as she nabbed a piece of “bacon” and bit off the end.įrancesca reached for a piece herself, her baby blue eyes wide. True, they had fought like “Kats and Dougs,” as Francesca put it, in the last year, but it hurt to think he’d want to ship her off to another planet.įlipping her deep auburn hair over her shoulder, she tried to pull out a smile for her daughter who, like her father, didn’t often think before she spoke. Katrina bristled as her AI maid, Minnie, giggled while she dusted the dining room.
“He won’t cheat for you, but I’m thinking that he might really want to send you to Mars.” She slid a plate with four slices of something that looked and smelled like bacon, cooked to crispy perfection, onto the counter and sat on a stool in front of what her husband referred to as “artificially vat-grown atrocities.” “You do remember that we’re divorced, right? Why would he want to help me in any way?” “Maybe he’ll what? Cheat? For me?” She turned to retrieve the bacon from the ultrawave when it dinged. Katrina squinted at the little blonde she still insisted on calling Francesca instead of Frankie, as her father had christened her the second the ink was dry on the birth certificate. “And since Dad is supposed to announce the winner, maybe he’ll… you know.” She stuck the dripping bite in her mouth, smiling while she chewed. “Yeah, but…” - she drizzled the imitation maple syrup on liberally - “somebody has to win.” She grinned before slicing a wedge out of her pancake stack and stabbing it with her fork.
“You realize it’s a one in a zillion chance.” Katrina McKenna set pancakes in front of her bursting-with-excitement ten-year-old daughter at their breakfast bar, then put her hands to her hips. “Did you buy one yet? Time is running out, and the lottery tickets are only fifty bucks!”
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