Jill pondered her options, certain she didn’t want to waste a Saturday morning and hoping the drizzle would stop. On impulse, she called Janet. “Good morning,” Jill said when Janet answered. “I was thinking about driving down. Are you up for a visitor?” “Always, Jill. Could you tell I was thinking about you?” “You were?” “Uh-huh. I saw your father this morning, and you’ve been on my mind ever since.” “Where’d you see him? At the market?” “No, he was driving down the road when I was at the post office. Do your folks know you’re coming?” “No.” She thought about it for a moment. “I think I’ll just come for the day.” “You know,” Janet said, her voice growing a little softer. “You can always stay with us if you’d like. We’ve got three bedrooms empty most nights.” “Aww, that’s really nice of you. I’m not sure I can take you up on the offer, but it’s tempting.” “Your mother wouldn’t need to know,” Janet reminded her. “Thanks.
