"How?" Nettie pointed to her bound arm. A bath sounded wonderful, but she wasn't sure how to manage one-armed

"Ta-da!" The first item Diana pulled from her shopping bag was an oiled cotton tablecloth, the kind you could simply wipe down with a damp rag and use again."

"Trust me, darling. You know I always have a plan. No frogs this time, though."

They both chuckled over the shared memory. Nettie sighed. "I missed you, when your family moved to Chicago for the ...