Chapter 20

“Joint custody,” she said at last.

“We realized, me especially, that kids need both parents. Even when the parents don’t need each other anymore. So we shared ‘em. What worked for us was one week on and one week off. Mr. Weeda lived a couple blocks over, on Ravenna Boulevard, so it was easy to exchange them, and nobody had any school worries because we all lived in the same district

“It worked. The kids got love. Me? Coming so close to losing them, I cleaned up my act. I haven’t had anything stronger than this—” she lifted her glass, almost as though in a toast “—in a very, very long time. I’m not going to specify just how many years, no sir!” She laughed. “I think you can see the point of my story.”

There was silence in the room. Flynn looked over at Barley, now stretched out full-length on his side, mouth open and his tongue, a pink banner, lolling out. Flynn smiled. He’d thought, just a short time ago, he’d be leaving with Barley today.