Chapter 20

Hank shook his head, fighting back a smile.

“Will you come inside then?” I tipped my head. “Yes?”

He looked around at the street and slowly climbed up to where I stood dying to put my hands on him. I opened the door. “Get in here.”

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Sitting on the couch, I widened my eyes, holding the tears back as best I could. God, this scene always got to me—Sally Field sobbing and demanding to know why her daughter had to die so young. I’d seen Steel Magnoliasfive times or more since I’d bought the movie last year, and yet, here I was, seconds away from turning into a slobbering mess. Beside me, Hank was being quiet and I glanced over to check his reaction to the drama that was unfolding on the screen.

He was sound asleep.