Forget it!” Lissa stood with her hands on her hips surveying the gathering of committee members in her father’s small trailer. “That’s Ginny’s job!” “But he doesn’t even like me,” Ginny said. “That’s crazy, Men always like you!” “Phil didn’t.” “I thought you divorced him, not he you.” “Sure. But I divorced him because he didn’t like me. He wanted me to be something I wasn’t cut out to be—a corporate wife. Never marry a lawyer, Lissa.” “Don’t worry. I have no intention of marrying anyone.” “Girls, girls, knock it off.” Rosa thumped on the table with the bottom of her empty glass. “Nobody’s asking you to marry the man, Liss, just, well, like your dad said, sort of make up to him, be nice. Keep him busy, off balance, and out of his room so the guys can do things.” “What things?” Lissa asked. “Aren’t mysteriously opening and closing drawers enough? And when Larry gets the CD player properly positioned in the attic—by the way, Larry, thank you for offering to do that.
