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she had had this feeling' she had to come down to see Kate. And she was glad that she had. She shoved the picnic basket onto the kitchen counter and looked around. It really was a pleasant house It had been a good choice. So how's Tom?
Fine. Happy. Nothing new. Felicia nodded solemnly and sat down in a chair. Kate followed suit.
You know, Licia, you look worse than I do, but then, you drove further. Want the leftover lemonade?
Felicia made a horrible face. Darling, I love you, but lemonade is not me. God, what a horrible thought.
Kate looked at her with an apologetic smile. I don't have anything more interesting to offer you, I'm afraid.
The hell you don't. Felicia grinned wickedly and walked toward a cupboard with glee. I left some vermouth and gin here last week. And I brought onions and olives. She pulled the little jars out of her bag with a broad smile.
You'd make a fabulous Girl Scout.
Wouldn't I though? She retrieved her bottles and mixed herself a professional-looking martini, as Kate sat up a little straighter in her chair. Heartburn again? Felicia knew the look on her face. She had been around enough to know all the looks, better than Kate herself did. Everything from heartburn to hysterics. And this looked like heartburn.
I think I ate too many cherries at lunch. It feels more like indigestion than heartburn. And cramps. Jesus, that was all she needed, a bellyache to go with her big belly. Poor baby, how could she have done that to him, and herself? Thinking of it made her giggle. Maybe I just need a martini. But they both knew she didn't mean it. She hadn't had a drink in months.
Why don't you go lie down? I'll have a shower, and then I can throw some dinner together. Felicia looked matter-of-fact and very much at home.
You came down here to cook for me, yes?
Yes. Now go get out of your dress and lie down.
Tes, mother.
She felt better though when she had. And after a shower, she felt wonderful. She could hear Felicia starting to rattle around the kitchen, and she stopped in the nursery for a minute, and there it was. Willie.
The same bear as Tom's. She wondered how his Willie was doing just then, if Tom was holding it, loving it, or had already forgotten it. She touched the bear gently and then left the room.
What are you up to?
Spaghetti okay with you? It was one of three things Felicia could cook. The other two were fried eggs and steak. Kate nodded.
Wonderful. Spaghetti ought to be worth another five pounds, but at this point, what the hell.
They ate dinner by candlelight, looking at the view, and it was refreshing to have someone to talk to. Kate was growing too used to silence, and to seeing only Tom. She needed Felicia to add a little pepper to the cream soup of her life. Felicia added lots of it. Pepper supreme. She was in the midst of regaling Kate with the week's gossip from die store who was screwing whom, being promoted, getting fired, or had turned out to be a fag after all. But Kate wasn't listening as intently or laughing as hard as she normally would have.
What's the matter, love? You look kind of green. My spaghetti?
No. I think it's those goddamn cherries again. It was that same gnawing, grinding feeling she'd had before dinner, only slightly worse.
Cherries, my ass. You wore yourself out. Why don't you lie down on the couch? Or do you want to go to bed?
I'm not really tired. In fact, she felt jumpy, but she had felt like that before, just after seeing Tom. She lay down on the couch anyway, and then started to joke with Felicia again. Maybe it is your lousy spaghetti.
Up yours, lady. I happen to make the best spaghetti in the West.
Mama Felicia.
Felicia concocted herself another martini and the two women bantered and laughed. But the indigestion grew worse rather than better.
Maybe I'll go to bed after all.
Okay. See ya. Felicia grinned as Kate went off to her room. The dishes had already been done. Kate had meant to say something about being glad her friend was there,
Fine. Happy. Nothing new. Felicia nodded solemnly and sat down in a chair. Kate followed suit.
You know, Licia, you look worse than I do, but then, you drove further. Want the leftover lemonade?
Felicia made a horrible face. Darling, I love you, but lemonade is not me. God, what a horrible thought.
Kate looked at her with an apologetic smile. I don't have anything more interesting to offer you, I'm afraid.
The hell you don't. Felicia grinned wickedly and walked toward a cupboard with glee. I left some vermouth and gin here last week. And I brought onions and olives. She pulled the little jars out of her bag with a broad smile.
You'd make a fabulous Girl Scout.
Wouldn't I though? She retrieved her bottles and mixed herself a professional-looking martini, as Kate sat up a little straighter in her chair. Heartburn again? Felicia knew the look on her face. She had been around enough to know all the looks, better than Kate herself did. Everything from heartburn to hysterics. And this looked like heartburn.
I think I ate too many cherries at lunch. It feels more like indigestion than heartburn. And cramps. Jesus, that was all she needed, a bellyache to go with her big belly. Poor baby, how could she have done that to him, and herself? Thinking of it made her giggle. Maybe I just need a martini. But they both knew she didn't mean it. She hadn't had a drink in months.
Why don't you go lie down? I'll have a shower, and then I can throw some dinner together. Felicia looked matter-of-fact and very much at home.
You came down here to cook for me, yes?
Yes. Now go get out of your dress and lie down.
Tes, mother.
She felt better though when she had. And after a shower, she felt wonderful. She could hear Felicia starting to rattle around the kitchen, and she stopped in the nursery for a minute, and there it was. Willie.
The same bear as Tom's. She wondered how his Willie was doing just then, if Tom was holding it, loving it, or had already forgotten it. She touched the bear gently and then left the room.
What are you up to?
Spaghetti okay with you? It was one of three things Felicia could cook. The other two were fried eggs and steak. Kate nodded.
Wonderful. Spaghetti ought to be worth another five pounds, but at this point, what the hell.
They ate dinner by candlelight, looking at the view, and it was refreshing to have someone to talk to. Kate was growing too used to silence, and to seeing only Tom. She needed Felicia to add a little pepper to the cream soup of her life. Felicia added lots of it. Pepper supreme. She was in the midst of regaling Kate with the week's gossip from die store who was screwing whom, being promoted, getting fired, or had turned out to be a fag after all. But Kate wasn't listening as intently or laughing as hard as she normally would have.
What's the matter, love? You look kind of green. My spaghetti?
No. I think it's those goddamn cherries again. It was that same gnawing, grinding feeling she'd had before dinner, only slightly worse.
Cherries, my ass. You wore yourself out. Why don't you lie down on the couch? Or do you want to go to bed?
I'm not really tired. In fact, she felt jumpy, but she had felt like that before, just after seeing Tom. She lay down on the couch anyway, and then started to joke with Felicia again. Maybe it is your lousy spaghetti.
Up yours, lady. I happen to make the best spaghetti in the West.
Mama Felicia.
Felicia concocted herself another martini and the two women bantered and laughed. But the indigestion grew worse rather than better.
Maybe I'll go to bed after all.
Okay. See ya. Felicia grinned as Kate went off to her room. The dishes had already been done. Kate had meant to say something about being glad her friend was there,
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