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for fun instead of work.”

“She’s here; I’m sure I’ll get to deal with her after breakfast.” Scowling, Toni heaped several more sausage links onto her plate. “Do you know why my mother came?”

“To bring your glasses?”

“No, she’s trying to guilt me into coming home early. She doesn’t want to deal with Birdie on her own,” Toni hissed. It felt good to confide these things to a live person. Perhaps she didn’t need her journal anymore.

Logan turned his head to scratch his beard scruff on his shoulder so he could peek at Mom. “She seems perfectly in control.”

“Exactly. Dad used to even her out and make her relax, but since he died, she’s become so engrossed with her work, she won’t even take the time to raise her own daughter.”

“Sounds like she’s still mourning.”

His simple statement punched Toni in the gut and stole her breath. Maybe it hadn’t been ambition that had driven her mom to choose work over family. Maybe it had been grief.

“Do you think I should go home?” she asked.

“No,” he said, placing a biscuit on his plate with a pair of tongs and then adding one to Toni’s plate as well. “And I don’t say that for selfish reasons. Though I would if it came to that. I think she needs to face the reality of raising a daughter without your father instead of dumping the responsibility on you.”

“But I feel so guilty.”

“That’s because you’re a sweetheart.”

“Is Toni your sweetheart?” Birdie asked, her three hard-won grapes rolling around on her plate. Toni could have helped her fill her plate, but she wouldn’t unless asked. A lot of everyday tasks were challenging for Birdie, but she accepted her difficulties and took them in stride. She’d rather struggle a little than depend on others to do everything for her. It had taken Toni a while to figure out why Birdie would get so mad when Toni took over every task in order to complete them more efficiently. Birdie just wanted to do things herself no matter how time consuming or frustrating.

“Yep,” Logan said. “Toni is everyone’s sweetheart.”

Birdie scowled. “Are you a slut, Toni?”

Toni gaped at her. “Where did you hear that word?”

“At school. Jill has a lot of sweethearts. Ashley said it’s because she’s a slut.”

Ah, the joys of an all-inclusive classroom.

“That’s not a nice word to call someone,” Toni said. “I don’t want you to use it again.”

Birdie’s near-constant smile faded. “It’s a bad word?”

“A very bad word.”

“Toni only has one sweetheart,” Logan said.

“Is it Spiderman?”

Toni snorted. Where had she come up with that? “No, not Spiderman.”

“Better not be.” Logan scowled. “Slinging his sticky webs all over the city. It’s not decent, I say.”

Birdie giggled and tilted her head, a bashful blush on her round cheeks. “I joking. I know Logan is Toni’s sweetheart.”

Toni was glad someone was sure about that.

After they’d filled their plates, they returned to the table.

“You’re not really going to eat all of that, are you?” Mom asked, shaking her head at Toni’s overflowing plate.

Toni was admittedly a stress eater and yes, she was going to eat every bite of her high-fat, high-starch, high-protein breakfast.

“I’m hungry,” Toni said.

Mom eyed Toni’s waistline, which had never been as trim as her own, but Toni wasn’t yet ripping the seams out of her skirt. She speared one of her sausage links and bit into it angrily. Stress eating at its finest.

“I really don’t think you need that much food,” Mom persisted.

“Are you insinuating that she’s fat?” Logan asked.

“She will be if she eats like that.”

“I’m fat,” Birdie said, hanging her head.

“You’re beautiful,” Logan said, “just like your big sister.” He tugged on one of Birdie’s pigtails, and she grinned.

If the man didn’t stop making Birdie light up like warm summer sunshine, Toni was going to tackle-hug him out of his chair right in front of everyone.

Logan tilted his head toward their mother. “And it’s plain to see where both of you got your good looks.”

Most mothers would have taken that as a compliment, but not her mom. Oh no. Comparing her to her frumpy older daughter and her special needs younger daughter was obviously an insult. Toni blew out a breath and dug into her biscuits and gravy. At this rate, she’d be heading to the buffet for seconds.

“After breakfast, Susan will be meeting us in the conference room down the hall,” Mom said. “I invited her to breakfast, but she said she wasn’t hungry.”

Toni tried not to frown at the news. But her presentation was ready,

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