“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said.
By the time we left, the sun had shifted. Leana hugged me—really hugged me—and whispered, “Don’t tell Dad about the check.” lunch with the steps leana lovings
Here’s a short creative write-up based on your prompt (I’ve interpreted this as a fictional or scenario-based piece featuring a character named Leana Lovings and her step-relations.) Title: Table for Four “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said
And for once, walking to our separate cars, we were three women who’d chosen to be there. That’s more than blood gives you sometimes. “Wouldn’t dream of it
“Sorry, traffic,” Leana said, though we all knew she’d been sitting in her car perfecting her lipstick.