"
"And who's going to teach you?"
Peter spun around.
Kate stood there in the doorway, smiling, wearing a raincoat and
carrying a garment bag.
"I let myself in," she said as he jumped to his feet.
"Hello, babies," she said, shrugging off of her wet coat. She
dropped her bag on the floor and set her purse on the coffee
table.
"I can't believe it's you," Peter said excitedly. "What are you
doing here?"
She bent, hands on her knees, and smiled brightly at Isle.
"Look at you, little girl. This is the first time I've seen you
in person." She looked up at Peter. "Hey, what kind of welcome is
that? I thought you'd be happy to see me."
"I am, I am!" he said touching her arm. "I just can't believe
you're really here."
"Congratulations," she said, retrieving a copy of the "Los
Angeles Times" from her purse. "And to you, too," she said waving
the front page of the business section at Isle. Beneath the
headline was a picture of Peter holding Isle, flanked by Byron
and Ivy.
"Back to Wallaby," Kate said. "Sure surprised me." She opened her
hands before Isle. "May I?"
"Of course," he said, placing Isle gently in Kate's arms. "Be
careful, you have to support her head. Like this," he said,
taking Kate's hand and carefully cradling it beneath Isle's neck.
"That's right."
For a few precious moments he let his hand remain beneath Kate's
before pulling away.
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