"Oh, they would, of course...but things would be such a mess when I got back!" she said, even though she knew it was at least partly an excuse.
The waitress came back with a cup for each of them. Rosalie held hers, letting the heat from the tea warm her hands. "And then of course there's Mum, and Joy, and now little Cormac..." She smiled ruefully. "I love them, but they're just not much good at taking care of themselves. Warm would be nice, though," she added with a wistful smile. "It's impossible to keep from thinking about sunshine and beaches when we're stuck in this weather."
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