Ten p.m. Curt was only three and a half hours late getting back from Philadelphia.Randy looked up from the TV we had been pretending to watch. “I’ll get it.”I nodded.Okay, girl, I said to myself for the thousandth time. You have a choice. You can be a shrew or you can be kind. Like you told Randy this afternoon, don’t assume.Randy had just reached the door when the phone rang. I picked it up as Curt crossed the sill. He smiled slightly in Randy’s direction, but his eyes immediately sought me out. They were filled with the unlikely combination of excitement and apprehension. I didn’t know why the excitement, but I sure knew why the apprehension. I hadn’t been exactly understanding recently.Choice.I smiled a welcome. After all, there might have been a giant pileup on the Schuylkill Expressway and he’d been held up while they cleared the roadway of the myriad bodies or the oil slick or scores of little pigs freed by the collision.Or he’d been with Delia.My smile soured somewhat.“Merry?”
