Bebe could be Budâs brother returned to comfort me. In fact, Iâm sure he is.â
Libby looked at the number of people in front of the counter while Susan chattered on and felt like screaming. She had to get back to work.
âThatâs wonderful,â she said to Susan. âAnd Iâd like to hear all about it sometime. But . . .â
âYes, yes.â Susan waved her free hand in the air. âThe tyranny of the commonplace. I know. You have customers to wait on. Iâm sorry to be taking up so much of your time.â
âNo problem.â Libby kept smiling until Susan Andrews went out the door; then she ran over to Bernie and pulled her away from the customer she was in the middle of serving.
âWe have a problem,â she told Bernie. âA big one.â
Chapter 9
F our hours later Libby was in the store kitchen forming the crab cakes for Nigelâs party and mentally going over her to-do list when Tiffany walked through the door. Libby took one look at Tiffanyâs face and told Amber to take over.
âIâm making you a chicken salad sandwich,â she told Tiffany.
Tiffany put her hand to her throat. âI canât eat.â
âOh, yes, you can.â
And while Tiffany watched, Libby took two pieces of peasant bread, spread them with honey mustard, and then put on a layer of chicken salad, which was composed of poached chicken, homemade mayonnaise, chopped walnuts, and halved green grapes. Then she wrapped the sandwich up and grabbed a bottle of water. At least Tiffany wasnât drunk, she thought. Or not so she could notice.
âWeâre going to the pond.â
âYouâre busy.â
âI can use a fifteen-minute break. My back is killing me. AnywayââLibby gestured to Googie, whoâd just come in the door in answer to her callââI have three people working. Itâll be fine.â
âIf you say so,â Tiffany said, repeating the tag line of one of their old jokes.
âI do.â
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The pond was officially called the Spenser Durant Swan Pond, and Libby and Tiffany had been going there since they were in junior high. Libby watched Tiffany out of the corner of her eye as the two women walked down the street. She looked as if she was fighting back tears. But she didnât say anything, and Libby managed to contain herself until they got to the pond.
âWhere the hell have you been?â she demanded once they reached it. âDonât you check your messages?â
âI was at a motel near Wyckoff. I just needed to think.â
âWell, next time you do that, think to call me first.â
âSorry.â Tiffany twisted the gold chain around her neck. âIâve always liked it here,â she said as she watched the swans gliding on the water. âEspecially when the lilacs are blooming.â
âIt is nice,â Libby agreed.
Libby sat down on a bench, and Tiffany did the same. For a moment all of Tiffanyâs attention was taken up watching a little boy and his mother throwing bread crusts to the swans.
âThree kids wouldnât be bad to have,â Tiffany said as the boy and his mother left.
âItâs not too late.â Libby unwrapped the sandwich. âYou have to eat something.â
âIâll eat half if you eat half.â
Libby groaned.
âYouâre killing me. I had half a turkey sandwich a couple of hours ago.â
âThatâs the deal,â Tiffany said. âTake it or leave it.â
Libby unwrapped the sandwich, handed half to Tiffany, and bit into her half. âThere. Happy?â
âYes.â Tiffany took a bite. âI wish I could cook like you.â
âAnd I wish I could do hair like you.â
âWell. Not today,â Tiffany gestured to her head.
Libby smiled and handed her the water bottle. âI still remember the first thing I cooked by myself. It was some kind of liver