—Eleanor Roosevelt Chapter 15“We have been invited to a Labor Day barbeque tomorrow.”Sitting on the sunporch, reading her new novel, and enjoying the Sunday afternoon, Tony’s casual announcement surprised Claire. The warm gentle breeze and faint smell of cut grass gave way to a rush of anxiety and disbelief. “We? Who would invite me?”“Courtney, Brent Simmons’ wife,” Tony said while lounging on the loveseat with his laptop on his outstretched legs. His light brown eyes gazed at Claire as she questioned him.“Why? What does she know about me?”“Well, Brent met you when I brought you to New York, and Courtney knows I have been seen with the same woman on multiple occasions. Since they are probably my closest friends, she wants to meet you and invited both of us to tomorrow’s barbeque.”Despite her sudden rush of anxiety at meeting his closest friends, Claire knew her fate wasn’t in her hands. “Are we going?”“Yes. It starts at noon, and we will leave here by eleven thirty.”“I guess it sounds like fun.”
