I laughed at her overenthusiasm towards the town gossip, “Who?”
“Henry. They’re all saying that the possibility of him being the father of Claire Ursine’s baby is looking better and better.”
“Blair, I’m telling you, there’s no way Henry’s capable of that. The two of us are very much in love.”
“Either way, Grace, the town’s speculating. It’s not like things like this happen all of the time around these parts…”
“No, I know, Blair,” I reassured. The two of us continued with some idle chit chat for a few more minutes before I returned to my motherly duties.
They grow up too fast.
What had my husband managed to get himself into this time…?
Whoa, whoa, whoa! What did he mean by that?!
“All right, I’ll see you, then. Bye.”
“What’d they want?” I prodded.
“Uh, just to see if I could pick up a few extra hours, no big deal,” he explained, leaving the room in a hurry.
Fine. Two could play at that game.