Sam presented Jennifer with a pint on the house. She was
treated like a queen by many of the regulars--misty-eyed about
motherhood as long as they didn't have to deal with it. Two hours
later, she began to yawn. Oliver collected the empty pie dishes, and
they drove home, fortified against the cold, pleased to have been
accepted as a couple for the first time.
"I like your friends," Jennifer said on the way home. She rubbed her
eyes. "It _was_ smoky in there."
"We should have left a little sooner, I guess," Oliver said. "How's
Junior?"
"No complaints."
"That was our coming-out party," Oliver said.
"Yep--we're an item now," Jennifer said, patting him on the knee.
The next day, Jennifer came home with a booklet on how to get a Maine
divorce. "Great news," she said, "two or three months and it's over. I
called Rupert. He was feeling guilty and said he'd sign whatever. It's
pretty simple, really. We don't own much in common."
"That's how it was with Charlotte. We had the house together, but she
got some money from her parents and bought me out. Wasn't all that much
equity, anyway."
"Where was your house?"
"Peaks Island."
"Oooh," Jennifer said, "that must have been nice.
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