Downstairs, Clair McMillan was in a really bad mood. Unlike what her daughter Beth might think, she never liked to fight. But that girl just couldn't listen to reason. Now Sarah, on the other hand, was well on her way to becoming a fine young woman, at least in Clair's eyes. How come Beth couldn't do the same?
She walked back to the kitchen, still fuming, when she spotted a piece of garbage on the floor. It was a crumpled-up note - one of those yellow stickies people used to remind them of things.
Earlier, when Athena took her phone out of her pocket, the crumpled-up note came out with it, then fell to the floor. But Athena was so focused on checking her voice mail that she didn't notice.
Clair picked it up and straightened it out, then had an uncontrollable urge to read it.
"I wish ..."
