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baking cookies, how about if we play cards?”
    â€œI thought we were leaving.”
    Rory set his hand on top of Finley’s. “I’d like to leave. But I have to check to see if the roads are open. There’s a good possibility that we’re stranded here for another few hours, maybe even another day.”
    Finley sighed heavily, like a billion-dollar heiress who’d just received bad news, and who would, at any second, explode. Shannon found herself holding her breath, waiting for Finley’s reply. Which was ridiculous. The kid was six. The weather wasn’t anybody’s fault. She was stuck and that was that.
    Setting her fork on her plate, Shannon rose and said, “While I go to my room to check on the roads and call my staff, you drink your milk and finish your break fast. Then we’ll put the dishes in the dishwasher and we’ll play Go Fish.”
    Finley’s eyes narrowed and her mouth formed the upside-down U again. But Shannon ignored her. From her peripheral vision she watched Finley glare at her dad.
    Without looking at her, Rory said, “I haven’t played Go Fish in years. I’m not sure I remember the rules.”
    â€œIt’s an easy game, Daddy.”
    â€œGood. Then I should catch on quickly.”
    Shannon took her plate to the sink. “Or maybe she’ll beat you.”
    That brought a light to Finley’s eyes. When Shannon returned from checking the road conditions on the internet, calling her staff to say she wasn’t opening the store and calling the radio stations to alert the community that the store would be closed again, she returned to the kitchen. Finley eagerly helped clear the table, stacked dishes in the dishwasher and rifled through a kitchen drawer for a deck of cards.
    â€œI had to close the store.”
    Rory held up his cell phone. “I figured. I checked the road conditions. Nothing’s really open. Customers can’t get there anyway.”
    As Finley approached the table with the cards, Shannon said, “So we’ll have some fun.”
    Pulling a chair away from the round kitchen table, Rory said, “Yes, we will. Right, Finley?”
    Finley sighed and shrugged, but also pulled out a chair and sat.
    Shannon noticed that Rory more or less let Finley win the first game, so she went along, too. But when Rory handily won the second game, Shannon didn’t think it was out of line to play the third game without deference to Finley. But when she won, Finley exploded.
    â€œYou cheated!”
    Shannon laughed. “No. Cheating takes all the sport out of a game. There’s no fun in winning if you haven’t really won.”
    â€œI don’t care!” She swung her arm across the table, sending cards flying. But before her hand could slow down, she also thwacked her milk. The glass went airborne and landed on the floor. Sticky white milk poured everywhere.
    Mortally embarrassed by Finley’s outburst, Rory bounced from the table. “Finley!”
    Finley bounced off her chair and raced to the kitchen door. “I hate you!”
    The swinging door slammed closed when she flew through it.
    Shannon rose and grabbed the paper towels. “Sorry. I should have let her win again.”
    Rory rubbed his hand across the back of his neck. “No. We were playing a game. She knows she can’t win every time.” He rubbed his neck again. He’d only ever told his parents about the trouble in his marriage and he certainly hadn’t intended to tell Shannon because, technically, they didn’t really know each other. But deep down Finley was a sweet little girl who deserved defending.
    He fell to his seat again. “Finley’s behavior isn’t the fault of a confused six-year-old, but a mom who abandoned her.”
    Using a paper towel to sop up the milk, Shannon said, “What?”
    â€œHer mom,” Rory said, not quite sure how to broach this subject because he