Whipped Cream. That would be more convenient for you, wouldnât it?â
âYesâit would,â she said, surprised, âbut I really donât mindââ
âNo, letâs meet there. What time is good for you? Itâs four-thirty now. Shall we say five?â
âYes, that will be fine. Iâll see you there.â
Bewildered, she hung up and then called home.
âFlorence, I have to do something on my way home from work, so Iâll be about an hour late. Is that all right?â
âYes, missus, not a problem at all,â Florence replied. âBut, missus, I donât know what to do with this crazy cat!â
âWinky? What is she doing?â
âWhat is she doing! She is still running around this house like a ball in a pinball machine, thatâs what! And when I go near her to pick her up and pet her, she goes even crazier! I think you really should take her to the veterinarian.â
âAll right.â Jane heaved a great sigh. A visit to the veterinarian was the last thing she needed right now. But she did love Winky, who was, after all, a member of their small family, and something was definitely wrong with her. âFlorence, letâs watch her for one more day. If sheâs still bouncing around tomorrow, Iâll make an appointment at the vet.â
âOkay, missus, youâre the boss,â Florence said, but it was clear from the tone of her voice that she disapproved. âWeâll see you about six, six-thirty, then?â
âYes. Howâs Nick? Doing his homework?â
âYes, he is right here at the kitchen table. For language arts he must write an ad, and I helped him decide what it will be for.â
âReally?â
â âTrinidad!â â Florence recited. â âTreasure of the blue Caribbean!â â
Jane heard Nick giggle in the background. âThatâs very good, Florence. I especially like the alliteration.â
âExactly!â
âJust make sure he writes it, okay?â
âGot it, missus,â Florence said cheerfully, and hung up.
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Twenty minutes later, Jane was at her table at Whipped Cream. The shop was always quiet at the end of the workday, and since George was always gone by four, Ginny poured them both big mugs of coffee and sat down with Jane.
âGinny, you donât look so hot today,â Jane said. âLong day?â
âThanks a lot,â Ginny said.
âGinny!â Jane chided her. âYou know what I mean. Is something bothering you?â
Ginny lowered her gaze. âActually, Iâve been crying off and on all day.â
âAbout that girl?â
âNo, though I am sad and creeped out about that. Itâs Rob. Yesterday we drove to a craft show in Flemington, and on the way back we had a heart-to-heart.â
âAh. Whose idea was that?â
âMine, of course.â
âAnd what came out of his heart that upset you?â
âHe doesnât want to get married, doesnât see the point.â Ginnyâs eyes welled with tears.
âDoesnât see the point! How about love, children . . .â
âThatâs just it. He doesnât want children. So if weâre not going to have children, and we know we love each other, why get married?â
âSays Rob?â
âSays Rob.â
âBut you do want children, Ginny. Andâforgive meâbut do you love him?â
Ginny was quiet for a long time. Then, âI donât know, Jane,â she said, meeting Janeâs gaze. âI donât know.â
âSweetie, if you donât know, somethingâs wrong.â
âThatâs true,â Ginny said, gaze lowered. A tear rolled down her cheek and plopped into her coffee. âIck.â She laughed, wiped at her eyes with the heels of her hands. âI know, Jane, itâs what youâve been telling me for some time now: Somethingâs gotta