“ I want you to say to me, ‘Willa, I’ve decided to take your advice and go see what my sisters are cooking up.’ Visit your sisters and your parents. Hug your nephews and see the ponies.”
Charlotte’s friend paused for effect. “It can’t hurt. Can it?”
Yes, of course it could. Henry was there with what’s-her-name and their child. I’d avoided such a meeting for eight years.