Chapter 10

“He asked if you wanted a drink. You were scared and—”

“Now who’s telling this story, Angie? I wasn’t scared, just tongue-tied. I loosened up after my third martini.”

“What did you talk about?” Angie played the straight man egging her on.

“I spoke of my mice.” Rachel paused for dramatic effect. “And he of his men. Now go to sleep, honey.” Rachel told this tale to Angie so often she couldn’t really be sure it actually happened. Maybe it was something she made up to please Angie, something she could hold on to. For one more day.

“What do you wish for, Rachel?” Angie asked.

“I’m all out of wishes.” Rachel looked through the window at the moonlight glancing off an oak and wondered why women outlived their men. “What about you? What do you wish for, Angie?”

“One good dream. Like one of yours.”