Talking About My Baby. Margot Early

you down, Tara.”

      “Not intentionally, I’m sure.”

      What had she said? Francesca reviewed her words and saw what she’d implied, that Tara chased men.

      “I just want to keep you from being hurt.”

      Tara cast her a sharp look. “Why don’t you start by not hurting me yourself?”

      

      WITH LAURA AGAINST her shoulder, Tara crept out of the house just after six the next morning. It was snowing, and she hurried to the Safari station wagon and prayed it would start.

      It took five tries and assorted prayers.

      Now, to stay on the road.