Jonathanâs, so Iâve got a few extra hours to myself these days.â Thea closed her eyes as a hot, gentle breeze made her hair stick to her skin. She thought of her daughter, of Jonathanâs words yesterday afternoon. Where were you? She hoped Irina was having a good time.
âThatâs probably a good thing.â
âIrina does seem to be getting more comfortable being away.â
âI mean itâs a good thing for you both,â Dani said.
Theaâs best friend was no stranger to divorce. Thea had met her years agoâmore years than she cared to countânot long after she married Jonathan. In that time, Daniâs children had gone from elementary schoolers to teens who gave their hard-nosed mom a run for her money. With dark hair cut severely short, Dani fought hard for her family even when her ex-husband stopped paying child support. Sheâd gone back to school, went to the police academy, and ultimately earned a position with the city. But it hadnât been easy. Thea admired her determination and grit.
On the other side of the table, Claudine, Rochelle, and Lettie had been having a conversation of their own, and when their laugher crested in a wave that rolled out over the green countryside, Dani butted in.
âHey now. Whatâs going on over there?â she asked.
Claudine, cross-legged in her chair, filled them in. âLettie wonât say her new man is her boyfriend.â
âWomen my age donât have boyfriends,â Lettie said. Despite the heat, sheâd draped a light, lacy scarf around her shoulders. âHeâs just a friend.â
âYeah. And Iâm Joan of Arc,â Claudine said.
Lettie pulled herself up straight with all the bearing of a duchess. âAnd should we call that young thing youâve been hanging around with your boyfriend ?â
âWhat young thing ?â Rochelle asked, her ponytail bobbing. âYou didnât tell us about a young thing .â
Claudine laughed. âHeâs not that young. Heâs nineteen.â
Thea sat up a little, and the backs of her legs stuck to her chair. âYouâre dating a nineteenâyear-old? Heâsâwhatâseven years younger than you?â
âI wouldnât say Iâm dating him. More likeââ Claudine pulled a cigarette from her purse. âWhat do you call it? Tutoring .â
Thea laughed. âThatâs not a boyfriend . Thatâs a boy toy .â
Claudine coaxed a flame from her lighter, then puffed on her cigarette until it was a deep orange blister against the dusk. âWhat about you?â
âMe?â Thea asked.
âDonât you have a backup plan? You knowâa man to fall on.â
âYou mean, âfall back on,â â Rochelle said.
âOh, no,â Thea said. âNo man.â
Claudineâs breath was gray with smoke. âWas Jonathan the only man youâve ever slept with?â
âWell, I . . .â
âYou donât have to answer that.â Rochelle smacked Claudineâs arm. âAnd you shouldnât smoke .â
Thea reached for a sip of lemonade, not really afraid of telling the truth but not sure of how to explain it either.
âSo, let me understand.â Claudine slouched in her chair, something catlike in her long fingers and curling spine. âYou married your high school sweetheart. You took over your parentsâ café, where youâd been working since youâd learned to talk. And you inherited your house from your parentsâall before you were twenty years old.â
âNot all of us want to be globetrotters,â Lettie said. âIâve known Thea since she was a baby. And sheâs had a very exciting life. More exciting than she wanted, Iâd bet.â
âThank you, Lettie,â Thea said, and she hoped her friend, who had been a part of her life for longer than she could remember, who had seen
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