Anna skipped along the path ahead of Mommy and Greg, shuffling leaves with her patent leather shoes. Anna liked Greg. He visited often.
“They’re all the same. Which one’s Daddy’s?”
“A little farther.”
Anna skipped and shuffled until Mommy said, “Here—this one.”
“Where? I wanna see.”
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Mommy blew her nose. “Let’s go, Anna. We don’t want to be late for the rehearsal.”
As Anna followed them back to the car, Mommy took Greg’s hand. With his right pinky, he fondled the diamond ring on her left hand.