Chapter 13
After her tears dried, Donna noticed the boat had been put back in the boathouse. She’d definitely ruined her chance to get to know Blackwell better. Everything was a mess because she’d allowed herself to wallow in the past. She fished her cell phone out of her back pocket and decided the cost of a call to the states didn’t matter. A few rings later, she heard the hello of the only person who would understand. She sniffled and said, “Beth.”
“Donna! It’s good to hear from you.” Her friend sounded happy and Donna imagined that she’d probably just finished in her garden outside. “I spoke to a Martina Oberlin and she told me you were with her son.”
Good--Beth knew some of her situation then. Tears started, but she sniffed them back. She clutched the phone. “Beth, I messed everyth
