“He’s a pediatrician,” Gina said.
Of course he is, Carrie thought. Women like you don’t marry alcoholic mechanics.
John looked at his watch. “We have to get back to the sardine can. It’s leaving in five minutes.”
“He wanted to drive but I thought the bus was safer.”
Suddenly Albert was standing beside them. “I’m Albert,” he announced.
Both Gina and John greeted him warmly.
“I don’t live at the men’s house anymore. I live with Carrie.”
“You’re a lucky man,” John said.
Carrie could feel her face turn red. She could see a question she had no intention of answering forming on Gina’s lips. “Our boss is going to kill us if we don’t finish cleaning up. See you—”
“Next year,” Gina interrupted, looking defiantly at John.
“We’ll see,” he said, maneuvering the younger child onto his other a
