there,â Hannah said, smirking when I grimaced and slapped a hand to my mouth. âYouâll be fine, princess. Ben, can you get Katie a drink?â
Hannah laughed when I snatched the fresh margarita from Ben; the green, slushy drink was filled to the very top of the glass and nearly splashed out. I took a quick sip, getting a hit of the rock salt that mingled on my tongue with the sweet and sour of the drink. âThank you,â I said, taking another sip. I hoped drinking wasnât a bad idea tonight, with a migraine threateningâthen I decided I didnât care and took an even bigger sip.
âMaybe I should just give you the pitcher?â Ben asked, laughing. David cast me a quick glance, and I knew what he was thinkingâthat I should slow down if I didnât want to end up in a dark room with a bucket beside me all day tomorrowâbut he wisely said nothing.
âHa-ha,â I said. âThis will be fine, thank you.â
Ben and David started chatting about work and baseball, which was my cue to tune out and focus on Hannah. Sitting on a bar chair in the kitchen, I sipped my ice-cold margarita and observed her. She looked better than the last time I saw her, though perhaps a bit thinâher cheeks hollow and her apron knotted tightly around her waist.
âYou look skinny,â I said. âWhatâs up with that?â
âIs that supposed to be a compliment?â She laughed, pouring the chocolate egg mixture onto the cubes of bread, which were piled in a baking dish that looked well loved, a caramel-colored film lining the edges of the white ceramic dish.
âDepends I guess if you want to be called skinny.â
âPlease, I am not skinny .â Hannah turned on the oven timer and topped up her margarita. âBut Iâm for sure going to tell my mom you said that. Sheâll be thrilled.â She smiled wryly at me and pushed the bowl of guacamole toward me. âEat.â
I nibbled a tortilla chip heavy with guacamole. Hannahâs guacamole was amazing thanks to a secret ingredient she refused to ever give up. âHow is Ellen doing?â
âOh, you know. Busy playing bridge, and cruising, but not too busy to mail me articles about how reducing stress can up your chances of getting pregnant.â
âShe means well, sweetie.â
Hannah sighed. âI know. And I shouldnât even complain because at least I have her around to drive me crazy.â She looked at me sadly and reached out to rub my hand. âSorry.â
âItâs okay. You complain away. I love your Ellen stories.â
âYouâll love this one, then.â
âWhat? Tell me.â I scooped up more guacamole with a chip and leaned on the countertop.
âYesterday she sent Claire and Peter a giant âCongratulations, youâre expecting!â bouquet to their office and Claire hasnât told anyone at work yet. Peter was relieved because he wanted to tell everyone right away, but Claire lost her shit.â
My mouth hung open, the chip not having made its way in yet.
âOh, right. Didnât I mention Claire was pregnant? Surprise!â Hannah rolled her eyes and dipped a nacho chip into the guacamole.
âOh. Fuck,â I said.
âExactly my reaction. Not even planned. A big âoops,â and sheâs not thrilled about it, either. You know Claire. Motherhood is at the bottom of the list, right under scrub theââ Hannah looked up and stopped talking abruptly.
I turned to see Ben and David coming into the kitchen. âIâm going to show David the office,â Ben said.
David cleared his throat and put his beer on the island counter without looking my way, and I hoped Ben and Hannah hadnât noticed the uncomfortable tension between us.
âOffice?â I asked after theyâd gone upstairs.
âWell, looks like we donât need a nursery, so...â Hannah pressed her lips tightly
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