Cut from a new book project

While most of her friends here spent their weekends standing in line to nab a table at a restaurant so overcrowded they’d dine with elbows in their backs, Lydia could be found, more often than not, out in Rye with her sister, pushing broccoli puree inside of rigatoni so that little Jane would get some veggies down, or sitting with Sally’s eldest, Lucy, on a stack of hay as Peter rode Beltello around and around.