"No."
This was unbelievable. Julie tightened her fist around the car keys until they dug painfully in her hand. Somebody had to fix this. She walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. "Well, that's too bad because FF and I wanted your help picking the best tomatoes." She flung the blanket off Flat Finn and eased him out of the back. "So I don't want to hear you complaining about the poor quality of the produce we select." She slammed the trunk shut, pulled a shopping cart out from the stack next to the car, and stuck the cutout brother into the cart, angled so that his entire top half jutted out.
Celeste flew out of the car. "What are you doing?"
"Shopping. What are you doing?"
"Beginning to have a type of anxiety attack that I would prefer to avoid.e ba
"What else are you doing?"
Celeste pursed her lips together, hiding a smile. "Shopping."
"Good. Let's go."
"And do not call him FF. He doesn't care for abbreviations."
"Tell him to stop calling me JS and I'll consider it."
Chapter 8
Matt set his messenger bag on the stool next to him and sat down at the kitchen counter. He looked at the plate in front of him. "What is this?"
"It's a gastronomical representation of 'Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.'" Julie put her hands on her hips. "Don't you see it? The clear depiction of the struggle for sexual identity as evidenced by the two phallic shapes?"
Matt looked at her. "What are you talking about?"
"What are you talking about? It's manicotti, you nut. What do you think it is?"
"I know that. I was referencing the noticeable absence of takeout cartons. You made dinner?"
"Celeste and I made dinner," Julie corrected.
"And they did a wonderful job." Erin swooped into the kitchen and set her wine glass down on the counter. "Thank you again, Julie. It was wonderful. I don't remember the last time we've bothered to cook dinner ourselves. I'm surprised the stove is still working." She turned to Matt. "You're home late. How was school? Did your meeting go well?"
Matt nodded as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. Half his food was already gone. "Very good. Sorry I'm home late. And even sorrier that I've managed to double my workload by agreeing to be a research assistant."
"This is with Professor Saunders, correct? He has an excellent reputation, so this is a brilliant opportunity for you." Erin took a sip of wine. "I do hear he's very demanding, Matthew, so you'll have to be incredibly diligent with your work."
"I realize that. In fact," Matt said as he stood up, "I should get upstairs and get to work. I'll finish dinner up there. Thanks, Julie." He picked up his plate and started out of the kitchen. "Hey, Julie?" He stopped in the doorway.
"Yeah?"
"So things went all right today?"
"Totally fine. I told you that when you called. Both times."
"OK. Thanks again."
Julie wiped down the counter and moved to the sink to start washing the pans that hadn't fit into the dishwasher. Erin took a towel and stood next to her.
"Julie, tell me how your mother is. Until she called me the other day, I hadn't heard her voice in years. She's doing well?"
Julie nodded. "Yeah. She still works for her parents' copier company as the office manager. She seems to like it." She rinsed a saucepan and handed it to Erin.
"She's still working for them?" Erin said with surprise. "Bless her, because I could never work for my family. Kate is a better woman than I am."
"Erin? This might sound weird, but you and my mom seem very different. I have a hard time seeing you two as friends." In fact, Julie found it impossible to see her mother and Erin hanging out and swapping approaches to socio-economic policies in between classes and dorm parties.
"We were. We roomed together for three out of the four years. We may be different people now, but when we were in college we were probably more alike. Your mother was an excellent student, and it came so naturally to her. Did you know that? She's very bright. We chose different paths after we graduated, though. You mother and father were already dating, and they got married a year after they graduated. I worked for a few years and then went to law school. I was simply more career-oriented than your mother. Kate chose a path that was comfortable for her. There's nothing wrong with that, of course. I'm glad she's so happy."
"Did you think she was going to go to law school or something, the way you did?"
"She could have. She certainly had the intellect. It just wasn't what she wanted. Kate wasn't interested in graduate school or a more prominent career. She wanted your father, and she wanted the life she got." Erin paused. "Until... I'm sorry. That was thoughtless."
"It's OK. The divorce is the divorce. It happens all the time, so it's not a big deal."
"They separated when you were about four or five, is that right?"
Julie nodded.
"Do you see him much?"
"Once or twice a year. After the divorce his career really took off, and he just hasn't been able to see me as much as he would like. He's really busy with his job. He comes into town for business sometimes, so I have dinner with him when he can. It's the nature of his work, I guess. I understand."
"He's still with that fancy hotel chain?"
Julie nodded. "Yup. He's the regional vice president for the West Coast. And he's taking me to California over winter break this year. My first Christmas without snow."