Maybe June knew something Maisie didn’t? She quickly admonished herself for even having the thought. She sighed. “Actually, I was thinking it would be nice to have someone come in a few nights a week and cook supper for Jack. He seems to hate everything I know how to make. Plus the fact that a cook would be a little company for him. I hate leaving him alone to come here.”
“So why don’t you do it?” June asked with the air of someone who lived alone and didn’t think twice about leasing a new car every year.
“Oh, right,” Maisie laughed. “Like I could ever afford something like that.”
“Hey, hon, everything’s negotiable. And it doesn’t cost a cent to place a Craigslist ad.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “How do you think I get half my men?”
Maisie didn’t want to know.