Chapter 161

“Do you call him that?” she asked.

“Uh…no. I haven’t, not yet. Please, sit down.”

“Nicknames take a while, sometimes.”

I thought of him calling me Love Camel but didn’t think that would be appropriate to share. I almost cried, then, thinking about how I might never get the chance to come up with one for him.

Maureen pulled the chair closer to the bed, then broke the awkward silence with, “O’Hara, to O’Hanlon, to Ohashi, just by chance, I swear. I didn’t marry either of my husbands just to keep the same initials on my fancy scarves and purses.”

“Maureen O’Hara…was that on purpose?”

“Yes. My mother loved old movies. It could have been worse. I could have been Scarlet.”

When I went to sit up, the sketch I’d been working on fell to the floor. Maureen reached for it before I could even think of trying to bend that far.

“You’re very talented. That’s Paddy.”

“Yes.”