Who cares about new or old?
Only the ones I acknowledge count!
Tara took a breath. "Dawn, let's go."
The two women watched them leave, making exaggerated faces behind their backs. "Who does she think she is? It's not like we were wrong! Hmph, remarrying so soon—I think the whole family's got questionable morals!"
"Exactly!"
"And that daughter-in-law? She looks like a troublemaker!"
Dawn and Tara heard them.
Tara could still hold it in, but when she heard that last part, her face turned stormy. She wanted to turn around and cuss them out, but Dawn stopped her.
"Forget it, Mrs. Jackson."
She shook her head. "They don't think before they speak. There's no point in arguing with people like them."
Tara was still mad and didn't notice Dawn had changed how she addressed her. "But they're talking about you! I never even say one harsh word to you, and they think they can? Who do they think they are? It's none of their business!"
Dawn's chest felt warm, like a fire had been lit inside.
She linked her arm with Tara's and leaned in. "You're right. You've always been the best to me, Mrs. Jackson!"
This time, Tara noticed. She frowned, looking a little hurt.
"Dawn ... "
"Hm?"
Dawn turned. "What's wrong?"
"Ethan is the one who wronged you. Don't take it out on me. I can help you beat him up if you want, but you still have to call me Tara. I don't care."
By the end, her tone was more whining than demanding.
Dawn pressed her lips together helplessly. "Mrs. Jackson ... "
"I don't wanna hear that!"
Dawn was left speechless.
Fine.
Amused and resigned, she gave in and called her "Tara" again. "How about I call you that in private? In public, I'll still use Mrs. Jackson. Otherwise, if people like those hear, it could get awkward."
Tara pouted but didn't argue.
She glanced back. There was a thoughtful look in her eyes.
"You've been free lately, right? I don't have many friends in Northville. Would you keep me company for the next couple of days?"
Dawn paused, not answering right away. Tara definitely hadn't come just for her—with Ethan's engagement in eight days, as his mother, she'd have to be there.
Eight days left.
Forget it.
Only eight days.
"Sure," Dawn smiled. "Tell me where you want to go. I'll look it up when I get home. I'll take you around these next few days."

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