One Night Only (21 page)

“Let
’
s
jus
t
forge
t
abou
t
i
t
an
d
hav
e
dinne
r
,
”
h
e
said,
movin
g
toward
s
th
e
cooke
r
wher
e
everythin
g
wa
s
keeping
war
m
a
t
th
e
perfec
t
temperature
.
“Please.
”

T
es
s
too
k
a
drin
k
o
f
he
r
win
e
an
d
the
n
anothe
r
and the
n
anothe
r
unti
l
th
e
glas
s
wa
s
drained
.
The
n
she
ru
mm
a
ge
d
i
n
he
r
handba
g
fo
r
th
e
pac
k
o
f
Sil
k
Cu
t
that
sh
e
kep
t
fo
r
emergencie
s
an
d
move
d
t
o
th
e
pati
o
doors wher
e
sh
e
li
t
u
p
a
cigarette
,
inhale
d
deepl
y
an
d
watched a
s
th
e
smok
e
fille
d
th
e
evenin
g
sk
y
.

“Ar
e
yo
u
oka
y
,
T
ess?
”
Ro
b
calle
d
fro
m
th
e
kitchen
.

Sh
e
trie
d
t
o
remin
d
hersel
f
o
f
ho
w
wonderfu
l
he
r
life
wa
s
i
n
ever
y
wa
y
.
Sh
e
ha
d
a
rewarding
,
i
f
somewhat frustrating
,
jo
b
teachin
g
a
subjec
t
sh
e
adore
d
eve
n
i
f
the adorabl
e
littl
e
monster
s
sh
e
taugh
t
sometime
s
didn
’
t
;
she
ha
d
he
r
healt
h
(despit
e
th
e
smokin
g –
sh
e
kne
w
sh
e
really
shoul
d
quit
)
an
d
he
r
wonderfu
l
i
f
sometime
s
highly
annoying
family lived near enough to visit but far enough
awa
y
t
o
avoid
;
an
d
mos
t
importantl
y
sh
e
ha
d
a
husband wh
o
love
d
he
r
mor
e
tha
n
lif
e
itsel
f
an
d
wh
o
totall
y
rocked he
r
worl
d
ever
y
tim
e
h
e
sai
d
he
r
nam
e
o
r
looke
d
int
o
her
eyes
.

Bu
t
despit
e
hour
s
o
f
debat
e
durin
g
th
e
ninetee
n
months
t
ha
t
they’
d
bee
n
married
,
on
e
thin
g
jus
t
wouldn
’
t
g
o
awa
y
.
He
wante
d
a
bab
y
.
Sh
e
wante
d
a
bab
y
too
,
sh
e
suppose
d
.
.
.
bu
t
jus
t
no
t
yet
.

An
d
no
w
h
e
wa
s
monitorin
g
he
r
cycle
,
thoug
h
ho
w
her
bein
g
o
n
th
e
pil
l
wa
s
factore
d
int
o
hi
s
schem
e
sh
e
didn
’
t
kno
w
.
W
a
s
h
e
tryin
g
t
o
tric
k
he
r
int
o
forgettin
g
he
r
pil
l
or
agreein
g
i
n
th
e
hea
t
o
f
th
e
passio
n
t
o
sto
p
takin
g
it
?

Tha
t
hurt
.
Tha
t
hur
t
a
lot
.

Gin
a
Humphrie
s
looke
d
ou
t
th
e
windo
w
ont
o
Ardglass
V
illa
s
t
o
chec
k
agai
n
fo
r
he
r
husband
’
s
arrival
.
Lights
wer
e
o
n
i
n
ever
y
hous
e
i
n
th
e
developmen
t
wher
e
families
gathere
d
fo
r
suppe
r
o
r
evening
s
i
n
fron
t
o
f
th
e
tell
y
,
but
Gina
’
s
hous
e
wa
s
silen
t
an
d
empt
y
.
Dann
y
wa
s
i
n
be
d
and ther
e
wa
s
stil
l
n
o
sig
n
o
f
T
revo
r
.

Gin
a
love
d
anniversaries
.
Sh
e
love
d
card
s
an
d
trinkets an
d
littl
e
noveltie
s
lik
e
hand-mad
e
phot
o
frame
s
or scrapbook
s
an
d
memor
y
boxe
s
an
d
quilt
s
an
d
home- knitte
d
scarve
s
an
d
bakin
g
brea
d
an
d
meetin
g
he
r
son comin
g
hom
e
fro
m
schoo
l
wit
h
ros
y
cheek
s
an
d
th
e
smell
o
f
fres
h
ai
r
o
n
hi
s
coat
.

Sh
e
wa
s
no
t
a
ba
d
person
.
He
r
friend
s
sai
d
sh
e
was kin
d
an
d
gentl
e
an
d
carin
g
an
d
that
,
wit
h
a
littl
e
bi
t
of car
e
an
d
attention
,
sh
e
migh
t
eve
n
b
e
.
.
.
prett
y
.