#Chapter9
Abby
Mom and Mrs. Moore walked into the salon in front of me and Bree. She had grabbed my hand just before she had even let go of her fathers, Owen's, hand as we all stood in the entryway while Owen reminded her twenty times to be good and use her manners. She had promised she would and smiled up at me. I didn't mind the hand holding even if it hadn't stopped throughout the car ride. She let go long enough for me to buckle and unbuckle her and then her hand was back in mine. During lunch, she had insisted on sitting beside me. She had ordered the kid version of the chicken that I had ordered myself.
