LOVE IN TEXAS
Riley took the large recliner and the girls draped themselves on the arms and his knees and stared at her.
Amy quickly collected herself. “Let’s see.” She gave an exaggerated squint as she eyed the three girls. “You,” she said to the middle girl, “are Jasmine.”
“How’d you know?”
“I think I saw your picture once or twice.” Or three hundred times, she thought with secret pleasure. “I saw your picture, too,” she said to the oldest. “You’re Pammy.”
“That’s right.”
“And you,” Amy said, eyeing the youngest. “I’ve seen your picture, too, but your name…is…it’s on the tip of my tongue—”
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