of wine down, Betsy looked directly at Susan. âSee, the thing of it isâ¦olâ Gene thinks Iâm a lot more like you than, wellâ¦me.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âSee, the thing of it isâ¦Gene doesnât know Iâve been around the block a time or two.â She bit her lip. âOr twenty. As soon as I started getting the idea that heâs on the conservative side, I started telling him all about how I rarely go out to bars. How I usually stay home at night and watch old television shows.â She frowned. âThings kind of spun out of control after that.â
âThereâs nothing wrong with you, Betsy. I stay homebecause I have Hank and because I like to watch TV on the couch. Itâs nothing to try to emulate.â
âI know that. But for some reason, there at the bar, I just started spouting half truths like nobodyâs business. Gene seems to really like the idea of me being able to cook.â Looking despondent, she added, âGene canât wait to taste my pecan pie.â
âPecan pie? Do you even bake?â
âNot yet. Iâm going to have to practice baking all the time now.â
âNot if you tell him the truth.â
After pretty much gulping the rest of her wine, Betsy said, âI would. But, Susan, Iâm so tired of being alone, you know?â
Unfortunately, she knew about that feeling all too well. âWhat are you going to do now?â
Betsyâs eyes lit up. âI have a plan. Gene likes to double-date. Him and me and you and Steve.â
Full-fledged panic set in. âWho the heck is Steve?â
âHis widowed neighbor.â
This was getting worse and worse. âOh, Betsy.â
âCome on, it wonât be so bad.â
âIt wonât be so good.â Susan imagined sitting at a restaurant with Betsy and two men, all the while Betsy pretending she was Betty Crocker and Susan pretending she still remembered how to talk about anything other than work.
âSusan, please say you will. If you go out with us, I can kind of follow your lead. When you talk about working with old people all day, I can act like thatâs interesting.â
This time it was Susan who was chugging her wine. Was that really how Betsy saw her? As a boring woman who watched reruns on TV, never went out and only hungout with people old enough to be her parentsâ¦or grandparents?
âListen, Betsy, if Gene asked you out again, he obviously likes you. And itâs probably for a whole lot more reasons than him wanting a piece of pecan pie. Just be yourself. Heâll be glad to know you.â
Betsy looked appalled. âHell, no, he wonât. He thinks Iâm sweet, like you.â Mumbling under her breath, she added, âHe thinks Iâm almost virginal.â
âUm, I have Hank, Betsy. I really did give birth to him. Iâm no virgin.â
âYouâre close, though.â She scratched her head. âEver since youâve moved in, you work and take care of Hank. Thatâs it. Whatâs more, you donât even act like youâre sad about missing out on dating.â
âHey, nowââ
But Betsy just kept talking. âYou donât even act like youâre sad about not getting all hot and bothered between the sheets.â
âI donâtâ¦all that much,â she admitted.
âWhy not? Do you not like sex?â
Oh, this was horrible. âI like it fine.â Well, she didâ¦back when she was having sex. Seven years ago.
âBut you donât miss it?â
Of course she did! But, well, she missed a lot of things. She missed feeling pretty and having someone to get pretty for. She missed candlelight and sweet, suggestive smiles. She missed anticipation.
But all she ever got by âmissingâ was yet another bout of sadness and melancholy. âI canât afford to miss things,â she murmured. âI have a