Control. Kayla Perrin

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      “Finally, I think so.” Robert sounded relieved. “The deal should go through by Monday, as planned—so this is very, very good news.”

      “I’m so glad to hear that, darling. I know how much of a headache it’s been for you.”

      “It has been, but the end is in sight.” He paused briefly. “So, Hyman’s, right?”

      “Yep.”

      “Six-thirty?”

      “Yep. Six-thirty.”

      Sharon narrowed her eyes at me. I could read her thought: What’s with the twenty questions?

      “Excellent,” Robert said. “I love you, sweetheart. I’ll call you later.”

      “Love you, too,” I replied, then pressed the button to end the call.

      I sighed loudly, playing up my own frustration with Robert’s many calls. “Sometimes it’s like he can’t survive without me.”

      “That’s sweet,” Sharon commented, and she seemed sincere. “At least it can’t be said that he doesn’t love his wife.”

      “That’s one way to look at it.”

      She made a wistful sound. “I miss that. The calls to see where you are, even if they’re annoying. I miss it so much.”

      “Oh, Sharon.” I put my arm around her shoulders and squeezed. For the most part, ever since Warren’s funeral, she had kept her feelings locked inside. It was a rare moment when she even talked about missing her husband. So for her to be doing so now made it clear to me how much she was hurting. “I’m so sorry.”

      “It’s okay.” She placed a hand on her belly. “I have our baby. I’ll be okay.”

      “You want to go back to the room and relax for a bit before dinner?” I asked, releasing her.

      “Actually, I wouldn’t mind another hot fudge sundae.”

      We both smiled.

      I was surprised she’d finished off the first huge one. But I said, “Who am I to keep a pregnant woman from what she craves?”

      We made it through dinner without Robert phoning again. I was relieved. Despite what Sharon said about Robert’s calls proving he loved me, she had to be wondering the same thing I was.

      If he was checking up on me.

      “What are you thinking?” she asked.

      I looked up at her. “Hmm?”

      “You’ve hardly touched your key lime pie.”

      And before I could speak, my phone rang.

      If this was Robert calling for an itemized list of what we’d eaten…

      Instead, the display showed the name Felicity Williams.

      “It’s Felicity,” I announced, almost happily. I put the phone to my ear. “Hey, Felicity. What’s up?”

      “Wondering where you are tonight. A few of us are going to head to NV Lounge to kick back and have a couple of drinks, and wanted to know if you’d like to join us.”

      “I can’t. I’m out of town right now.”

      “Oh.”

      “With Sharon.”

      “Ohh.” Felicity’s tone fizzled. “How is she?”

      “She’s good. Doing well, all things considering.”

      “So sad, what she’s going through,” Felicity said, but she didn’t quite sound sincere.

      “I’m gone for the weekend, so I’ll call you when I get back to town,” I told her.

      “Where are you?”

      “In Charleston.”

      “Well, have fun. Ta-ta.”

      “Bye,” I said, and ended the call.

      “Did she actually ask about me?” Sharon inquired, looking dubious.

      “She asked how you’re doing.”

      “Funny—she could call me herself to find that out.”

      “You still haven’t heard from her?”

      “Ha ha ha. That’s a good one.”

      Up until the time Warren died, Sharon and I used to get together on Sundays after church with a few other wives “to lunch.” Felicity was one of the women we regularly met with, as was Carmen, the wife of another Carolina Panther. It was what society women did, and we’d discuss what was happening in our worlds, charitable efforts and, of course, gossip.

      Unlike Sharon—whom I truly connected with—there seemed to be a wall of glass around Felicity and Carmen. As if you could see them on the other side of the table, but couldn’t touch them. Couldn’t get close.

      I’d taken to Sharon the instant I’d met her, seen her as a real person. Felicity and Carmen always put on a bright smile and played like they were happy to see you, but I never felt either one was genuine.

      The fact that they hadn’t seen Sharon since her husband’s funeral proved me right.

      “I can’t believe Felicity.” I shook my head. “You haven’t heard from Carmen, either?”

      “You know those two are thick as thieves. What one does, they both do. And they suddenly have no use for me.”

      “Do you think they’re staying away because they don’t know how to…to deal with your grief?” I knew that some people were uncomfortable in the face of another person’s pain.

      “Yeah, that’s it.” Sharon rolled her eyes. “Let’s get back to you and what’s going on with you.”

      “Me?”

      She gave me a pointed look. “You know what I’m talking about.”

      I did. And it was one of the reasons I’d wanted to go away with her—to use her as a sounding board for some of my doubts about Robert.

      I cut my fork into the key lime pie, but didn’t lift the morsel to my mouth. I did it to keep my hands occupied.

      “What’s bothering you?” Sharon pressed.

      I sighed. “I just wonder sometimes.”

      She raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to go on.

      “You and Warren were married for sixteen years. And I know you were college СКАЧАТЬ