Chapter 58 Can We Take A Rain Check?

• Rosie stepped into the hallway, pressing the phone to her ear with one hand and brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear with the other. The door clicked softly shut behind her. She exhaled.
• “Hey,” she said, quieter than she intended.
• Sophie’s voice crackled in, bright and immediate. “There she is! Mrs. Devlin, all dolled up and corporate-looking. Do you still remember how grapes grow, or are you only drinking the kind with twenty-year-old branding now?”