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her.”
“Yeah, but breast feeding is not only the best thing for the child, but it’s also the best weight loss remedy there is. So, I could pump and then you could use what I pump. It’s a shame they don’t have wet nurses anymore.”
Clair poured herself another Bloody Mary. “That is gross! We’ll send you to a health spa.”
“George says she’ll go to a fat farm with me.” Grace suddenly felt guilty. “Don’t tell her I drank, okay? I promised her I’d go on the wagon with her, but since I’m not taking her to an AA meeting until Saturday…”
Diane was happy George was finally going to clean up her act. “The wagon? That’s great. I hope it sticks.”
“You’re not the only one,” said Grace. “Okay, so breast feeding is officially off the table. If you don’t want your baby to have the benefits of breast milk, fine by me. What do you think Mom?”
Diane contemplated the oddness of their conversation. “I never expected to be here. You know, with my daughters discussing the boundaries of carrying one another’s child, its uncharted territory.”
Clair smiled. “We’re nothing if not borderline original. I’m sure there’s a Lifetime original movie about this very subject that we missed.”
“I’m so Mary Louise Parker.”
“Mary Louise Parker?” Clair made a face.
“She’s the new Melissa Gilbert,” said Grace.
Clair thought about it. “I could live with that.” She turned to her Mom and was about to say something when she noticed her staring at someone across the restaurant. She kicked Grace under the table. Grace followed her gaze. That someone, was a man-- tall, well built, in his late sixties, early seventies, handsome, but didn’t know it, and extremely comfortable in his own skin. Now, if this were one of those Lifetime original movies, he would be a long lost relative like a rich uncle, a deadbeat brother, or Patricia’s first husband and he would start a torrid love affair with Diane and cause strife in the family. But, because this isn’t one of those stories, the truth was he was just a man. A man who ignited a much extinguished longing in the heart of the beautiful, independent, and always charming Diane Higgins.
“He’s cute,” whispered Grace.
“Totally,” said Clair.
“Really? You think so? I guess he’s okay,” a red-faced Diane said.
Grace studied the man as he sat with friends. “He doesn’t look like he’s romantically involved with any of them. Do you know him?”
Diane was immediately flustered. “He’s just a guy who comes into the museum occasionally.”
Clair grinned. “How occasionally?”
“I don’t know. It’s not like I look for him.”
“Fridays, she’s always dressed up on Fridays. You’ve noticed that, right?” a knowing Clair declared.
Grace laughed. “Or Wednesdays. She made a point to reapply her lipstick after we had lunch last week. I bet that’s when he comes in.” Grace egged her sister on. “I bet his name is something regal like Pendleton, yeah, Foster Pendleton.”
Clair cracked up. “No, he’s a guys’ guy. He’s wearing jeans with a jacket. His name is Chuck. Oh, no wait, it’s Anthony Daniels, but his friends call him Tony.”
“It’s Salvatore Piceno , but he goes by Sal,” blurted Diane. “I looked up his membership status. He’s single, a widow, a retired lawyer, and he volunteers with the ACLU, as well at The Sisters of Mercy Mission downtown where he counsels homeless families and helps rehabilitate them.”
“ Geez , how much information do you have to give to become a member of the Museum?” giggled Clair, “ are you an undercover FBI profiler?”
“Faye in membership knows him. Now, can we please drop the subject?” implored their Mother.
“So, you haven’t spoken to him? Are you going to?” queried Grace.
Diane sighed. “Just leave it alone, okay? It’s a harmless flirtation.”
“Really? Do you bat your eyelashes at him?”
“Grace Heloise
“Yeah, but breast feeding is not only the best thing for the child, but it’s also the best weight loss remedy there is. So, I could pump and then you could use what I pump. It’s a shame they don’t have wet nurses anymore.”
Clair poured herself another Bloody Mary. “That is gross! We’ll send you to a health spa.”
“George says she’ll go to a fat farm with me.” Grace suddenly felt guilty. “Don’t tell her I drank, okay? I promised her I’d go on the wagon with her, but since I’m not taking her to an AA meeting until Saturday…”
Diane was happy George was finally going to clean up her act. “The wagon? That’s great. I hope it sticks.”
“You’re not the only one,” said Grace. “Okay, so breast feeding is officially off the table. If you don’t want your baby to have the benefits of breast milk, fine by me. What do you think Mom?”
Diane contemplated the oddness of their conversation. “I never expected to be here. You know, with my daughters discussing the boundaries of carrying one another’s child, its uncharted territory.”
Clair smiled. “We’re nothing if not borderline original. I’m sure there’s a Lifetime original movie about this very subject that we missed.”
“I’m so Mary Louise Parker.”
“Mary Louise Parker?” Clair made a face.
“She’s the new Melissa Gilbert,” said Grace.
Clair thought about it. “I could live with that.” She turned to her Mom and was about to say something when she noticed her staring at someone across the restaurant. She kicked Grace under the table. Grace followed her gaze. That someone, was a man-- tall, well built, in his late sixties, early seventies, handsome, but didn’t know it, and extremely comfortable in his own skin. Now, if this were one of those Lifetime original movies, he would be a long lost relative like a rich uncle, a deadbeat brother, or Patricia’s first husband and he would start a torrid love affair with Diane and cause strife in the family. But, because this isn’t one of those stories, the truth was he was just a man. A man who ignited a much extinguished longing in the heart of the beautiful, independent, and always charming Diane Higgins.
“He’s cute,” whispered Grace.
“Totally,” said Clair.
“Really? You think so? I guess he’s okay,” a red-faced Diane said.
Grace studied the man as he sat with friends. “He doesn’t look like he’s romantically involved with any of them. Do you know him?”
Diane was immediately flustered. “He’s just a guy who comes into the museum occasionally.”
Clair grinned. “How occasionally?”
“I don’t know. It’s not like I look for him.”
“Fridays, she’s always dressed up on Fridays. You’ve noticed that, right?” a knowing Clair declared.
Grace laughed. “Or Wednesdays. She made a point to reapply her lipstick after we had lunch last week. I bet that’s when he comes in.” Grace egged her sister on. “I bet his name is something regal like Pendleton, yeah, Foster Pendleton.”
Clair cracked up. “No, he’s a guys’ guy. He’s wearing jeans with a jacket. His name is Chuck. Oh, no wait, it’s Anthony Daniels, but his friends call him Tony.”
“It’s Salvatore Piceno , but he goes by Sal,” blurted Diane. “I looked up his membership status. He’s single, a widow, a retired lawyer, and he volunteers with the ACLU, as well at The Sisters of Mercy Mission downtown where he counsels homeless families and helps rehabilitate them.”
“ Geez , how much information do you have to give to become a member of the Museum?” giggled Clair, “ are you an undercover FBI profiler?”
“Faye in membership knows him. Now, can we please drop the subject?” implored their Mother.
“So, you haven’t spoken to him? Are you going to?” queried Grace.
Diane sighed. “Just leave it alone, okay? It’s a harmless flirtation.”
“Really? Do you bat your eyelashes at him?”
“Grace Heloise
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