“Oh, sweetheart, maybe she’s right,” Christine said, smiling.
“Well maybe she is, but the last thing Maria needs now is to see me doing it. I told her already I wasn’t going behind Laura’s back, which is true of course. But how am I supposed to explain this situation? I mean, she’s a parent of one of Laura’s kids.”
“Don’t say anything?” Christine suggested.
“I don’t know. I mean, she sort of trusted me the other day.”
Christine tapped her leather-gloved fingers on the steering wheel as she considered the problem.
“Look,” she said, “we shouldn’t let it spoil the mood. We can think about it later. Much later!” She smiled and started the car.
While I showered and – well I would say changed, but I basically just put on a bathrobe – Christine prepared a light salad and some crusty Frenc
