We.
She looked at him for a moment and dropped her eyes. She poked around
in her fruit with her spoon. "We could be happy," she said quietly.
"We'll need a crib or something," Oliver said.
A tear splashed on Jennifer's fruit bowl. "Yes. Yes, a crib. And a baby
blanket."
"A car seat," Oliver said solemnly. Jennifer wiped her face clean.
"A car seat." She giggled. "Apple pie. Do you like apple pie?"
"You're kidding," Oliver said. "Of course."
"I make good apple pie," she said.
"What about Rupert?"
"Rupert is history."
"But you're married."
"Not for long, Sweetums. He can't wait to get rid of me and have his
precious space back." Oliver thought of his apartment and felt a small
pang. "It's not even his house; his parents let him have it when they
moved to Hilton Head. Everything in it, practically, was theirs. I
couldn't get rid of any of it. God, I hated those chairs."
"My place is big enough," Oliver said.
"Your place is wonderful," she said. "For now, anyway. Is there a
washing machine?"
"Around the back--there's a utility room. Damn!"
"What's the matter?"
"Thanksgiving. I'm supposed to go to my sister's."
Jennifer lifted her spoon triumphantly.
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