She saw her entire marriage fly by. It had been fun at times but much more a business deal than a romance. By the time the doctor died, Honey had grown into an independent soul who could appreciate her newfound freedom. She had to be free before she could finally fall in love.
As Leonard was ordering grilled lobster for the two of them, Honey was reliving the early days of her marriage to the doctor, particularly the decade of trying to conceive a child. By the time the fertility doctor finally concluded she could not bear children, Honey had already decided not to adopt. She was too busy becoming the reigning queen of a small town’s high society. The love of raising children would not be part of her makeup.
“What’s up with you?” Leonard asked as dinner arrived at the table. “You feel a
