Madeline, once again, seemed to be an open book. She held nothing back with eyes that lit up whether she was smiling or speaking seriously about something. She had this air of energy and life and . . . waywardness she carried with her so unapologetically. Even as she sat at the table with the other three women, she was once again the life of the group—from the way she smiled big and spoke with confidence, to the way she listened intently, giving whoever was speaking her full and undivided attention.Ama excused herself to the ladies' room, and I was left there by myself trying to keep my eyes from wandering in the Hellman's direction. When Madeline slid out of her booth suddenly, taking her mother's keys, I breathed in, relieved that she walked outside. It gave me a break from all the restraining I'd been doing.Then she walked to their minivan, which, of course, was parked in clear view of my window. Once again, I was powerless to keep from looking. She slid the side door open and p
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