She continued.
“If you’re going to work that hard and save all that money, buy something for yourself. Lucy probably wouldn’t know the difference.”
Noah looked directly at her.
When he answered, his voice was quiet.
But there was no hesitation in it.
“She knows when somebody is being nice to her.”
My mother-in-law stared at him.
For once, she had absolutely nothing to say.
Cyril had just entered through the garage and had heard the last part of the conversation.
“Mom.”
She lifted both hands defensively.
“Don’t turn this into something ugly. I’m only being practical.”
Cyril walked over to Noah, crouched beside him, and looked through the clear plastic at the dress.
“That’s a great color, buddy.”
Noah looked up.
“You think so?”
“I think Lucy’s going to spin all over the place in it.”
That brought back Noah’s smile.
My mother-in-law sighed.
