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.“I miss you,” I whispered.“I feel like I hardly see you anymore.”She put her purse on the floor and whispered back, “I miss you too.But I love having my old life back.”“And everything with Gabriel is good?”“So far, really good.And the marriage counselor is amazing.”Maria must have been listening, because at the end of the meeting she grabbed Carol Lynn and they pounced on us.“Did I hear you say you’re back with your ex?” she asked Melanie.“Yes,” Mel said.She added, with just a touch of defiance, “And it’s been really nice.”The two divorcées exchanged a glance.“Just be careful,” Carol Lynn said.“Stay alert.”“There’s this computer program,” Maria said.“I used it on Jonathan.It keeps track of everything they’re doing online.You should try it for a while.Just to make sure—”“I don’t really want to.”Maria rolled her eyes.“Well, of course you don’t want to.No one wants to do stuff like that.But sometimes it pays to be smart instead of trusting.”Carol Lynn put her hand on Mel’s arm.“We just don’t want to see you get hurt.”“Then don’t make me feel like I’m making a mistake,” Melanie said.Her voice was quiet, but there was an edge to it I’d never heard before.“I’m doing what’s right for me.”“We’re older than you,” Carol Lynn said.“We’ve seen things you haven’t.”“I can take care of myself,” Mel said.She walked off and I followed her with a pleasant shrug at the two older women.A couple of days later, Maria Dellaventura, Debbie Golden, and I took our three boys out to a build-your-own-sundae frozen-yogurt place in West LA.I had been surprised when Maria stopped us as we were walking out of school and asked if they could join us.I didn’t think Austin would want to go anywhere with our uncool guys, but he actually seemed happy to be included.The three boys sat at their own table, scarfing down yogurt and trying to top each other in coming up with disgusting combinations, like mustard and onions on mint and raspberry yogurt.They were six-year-old boys, so this was endlessly amusing to them.Debbie and I told Maria about the T-ball team.“Wish I’d known about it earlier,” she said.“I would have signed Austin up.How did you know they’d get Coach Andrew?”“He arranged it for us,” Debbie said.“Teacher’s pets!” Maria said.“He just knew our boys needed the extra help.”“Did you hear the gossip about him?” Maria asked.“What’s that?” Debbie leaned forward expectantly.I looked up sharply.Maria lowered her voice.“Word on the street is that he broke up with his girlfriend to go out with one of the moms at school.But no one knows who.”“Wow,” Debbie said.“If I’d only known he liked older women…”“I know, right?” Maria said.“But what are you talking about? You have a husband.I, on the other hand—well, let’s just say that this cougar would have left her cage months ago if I’d thought I had a chance with the guy.But he’s so young it never even occurred to me.” She turned to me.“Like you, Rickie.He must be right around your age, right?”I licked my spoon and shrugged.“I guess.”“So who do you think it is?” Debbie asked her.“Any ideas?”“Well, the person who told me all this said there’s this one mom who’s always going to talk to him about her kid.She has a second-grade girl.I can’t remember her name.And she’s even older than I am.But apparently she’s always in there with him.And usually wearing something low-cut and very tight.”I concentrated on scraping up the last drops of yogurt.Debbie said, “Well, you can’t blame her.The guy is a sweetie-pie and cute.”“She’s married, though.You can blame her for that,” Maria said.“Plus, you know… leave something for those of us who are actively looking.Rickie knows what I’m talking about, don’t you, girl?” She winked at me.“You getting any action these days? Any dates with handsome young men you can tell us about so we can at least have a vicarious thrill?”“In my dreams,” I said cheerfully, and not completely dishonestly.“Does that count?”“If it doesn’t, I’m worse off than I realized.” She flipped her hair back over her shoulder.“We should start getting together on Saturday nights, Rickie.We could watch stupid chick flicks and do tequila shots.It’s pathetic if you do it alone, but if you do it with someone else it’s a party.”I laughed but didn’t commit.“Anyway…” She poked at her yogurt with her spoon.She hadn’t actually eaten more than a bite or two of it and the rest had melted into goo.“Since you guys are so buddy-buddy with Coach Andrew, see what you can find out.The universe owes me some juicy gossip.”“He doesn’t really seem like the cougar type,” Debbie said.“Oh, who knows?” Maria said.“Who knows what goes on behind anyone’s closed doors?”Behind a closed door, later that same night, I was throwing myself up into the strong arms of my son’s PE coach and wrapping my legs around his waist.“I haven’t seen you in like forever,” I moaned dramatically.“I believe it’s been three nights.”“Well, it felt like forever.”“To me too.” He held me tight against him, and we kissed long and hard.He set me down and I stepped back.I glanced up at him coyly.“So someone told me today there’s a rumor that you’re sleeping with a school mom.”He groaned.“Oh, great.That didn’t take long.”“They don’t know who.But they all assume she must be at least a decade older than you.”“If they just thought about it… I mean, there’s only one mother at the school who’s the right age for me.”“There is one suspect.Some mother who’s always finding excuses to go talk to you about her second-grade daughter.How come you’ve never mentioned her?”“I have,” he said.“Therese Paulson [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“I miss you,” I whispered.“I feel like I hardly see you anymore.”She put her purse on the floor and whispered back, “I miss you too.But I love having my old life back.”“And everything with Gabriel is good?”“So far, really good.And the marriage counselor is amazing.”Maria must have been listening, because at the end of the meeting she grabbed Carol Lynn and they pounced on us.“Did I hear you say you’re back with your ex?” she asked Melanie.“Yes,” Mel said.She added, with just a touch of defiance, “And it’s been really nice.”The two divorcées exchanged a glance.“Just be careful,” Carol Lynn said.“Stay alert.”“There’s this computer program,” Maria said.“I used it on Jonathan.It keeps track of everything they’re doing online.You should try it for a while.Just to make sure—”“I don’t really want to.”Maria rolled her eyes.“Well, of course you don’t want to.No one wants to do stuff like that.But sometimes it pays to be smart instead of trusting.”Carol Lynn put her hand on Mel’s arm.“We just don’t want to see you get hurt.”“Then don’t make me feel like I’m making a mistake,” Melanie said.Her voice was quiet, but there was an edge to it I’d never heard before.“I’m doing what’s right for me.”“We’re older than you,” Carol Lynn said.“We’ve seen things you haven’t.”“I can take care of myself,” Mel said.She walked off and I followed her with a pleasant shrug at the two older women.A couple of days later, Maria Dellaventura, Debbie Golden, and I took our three boys out to a build-your-own-sundae frozen-yogurt place in West LA.I had been surprised when Maria stopped us as we were walking out of school and asked if they could join us.I didn’t think Austin would want to go anywhere with our uncool guys, but he actually seemed happy to be included.The three boys sat at their own table, scarfing down yogurt and trying to top each other in coming up with disgusting combinations, like mustard and onions on mint and raspberry yogurt.They were six-year-old boys, so this was endlessly amusing to them.Debbie and I told Maria about the T-ball team.“Wish I’d known about it earlier,” she said.“I would have signed Austin up.How did you know they’d get Coach Andrew?”“He arranged it for us,” Debbie said.“Teacher’s pets!” Maria said.“He just knew our boys needed the extra help.”“Did you hear the gossip about him?” Maria asked.“What’s that?” Debbie leaned forward expectantly.I looked up sharply.Maria lowered her voice.“Word on the street is that he broke up with his girlfriend to go out with one of the moms at school.But no one knows who.”“Wow,” Debbie said.“If I’d only known he liked older women…”“I know, right?” Maria said.“But what are you talking about? You have a husband.I, on the other hand—well, let’s just say that this cougar would have left her cage months ago if I’d thought I had a chance with the guy.But he’s so young it never even occurred to me.” She turned to me.“Like you, Rickie.He must be right around your age, right?”I licked my spoon and shrugged.“I guess.”“So who do you think it is?” Debbie asked her.“Any ideas?”“Well, the person who told me all this said there’s this one mom who’s always going to talk to him about her kid.She has a second-grade girl.I can’t remember her name.And she’s even older than I am.But apparently she’s always in there with him.And usually wearing something low-cut and very tight.”I concentrated on scraping up the last drops of yogurt.Debbie said, “Well, you can’t blame her.The guy is a sweetie-pie and cute.”“She’s married, though.You can blame her for that,” Maria said.“Plus, you know… leave something for those of us who are actively looking.Rickie knows what I’m talking about, don’t you, girl?” She winked at me.“You getting any action these days? Any dates with handsome young men you can tell us about so we can at least have a vicarious thrill?”“In my dreams,” I said cheerfully, and not completely dishonestly.“Does that count?”“If it doesn’t, I’m worse off than I realized.” She flipped her hair back over her shoulder.“We should start getting together on Saturday nights, Rickie.We could watch stupid chick flicks and do tequila shots.It’s pathetic if you do it alone, but if you do it with someone else it’s a party.”I laughed but didn’t commit.“Anyway…” She poked at her yogurt with her spoon.She hadn’t actually eaten more than a bite or two of it and the rest had melted into goo.“Since you guys are so buddy-buddy with Coach Andrew, see what you can find out.The universe owes me some juicy gossip.”“He doesn’t really seem like the cougar type,” Debbie said.“Oh, who knows?” Maria said.“Who knows what goes on behind anyone’s closed doors?”Behind a closed door, later that same night, I was throwing myself up into the strong arms of my son’s PE coach and wrapping my legs around his waist.“I haven’t seen you in like forever,” I moaned dramatically.“I believe it’s been three nights.”“Well, it felt like forever.”“To me too.” He held me tight against him, and we kissed long and hard.He set me down and I stepped back.I glanced up at him coyly.“So someone told me today there’s a rumor that you’re sleeping with a school mom.”He groaned.“Oh, great.That didn’t take long.”“They don’t know who.But they all assume she must be at least a decade older than you.”“If they just thought about it… I mean, there’s only one mother at the school who’s the right age for me.”“There is one suspect.Some mother who’s always finding excuses to go talk to you about her second-grade daughter.How come you’ve never mentioned her?”“I have,” he said.“Therese Paulson [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]