To Emma’s surprise, Andrew didn’t put up a fight over
going to church. She figured he was probably happy to be getting out after
being confined to the house all weekend due to his grounding. She felt the same
way.
But when Aubrey honked the horn out front, Emma had an attack
of nerves. Unable to craft a suitable excuse to back out, she knotted her
purple scarf, slid into her gray suede pumps, and went to the kitchen to prod
Andrew again.
“Didn’t I just tell you to put on your shoes? She’s here! Come
on.”
