She tugged at her ponytail, making sure it fit smoothly through the hole in her baseball cap. In the last few days she’d tried to live with the reality that Eric had a girlfriend, that her relationship with him now was nothing more than being the mother of his child. She’d been angry to begin with, sending Bongo and Eve to the restaurant to drum, wanting to hurt him as much as he’d hurt her. The hardest part had been admitting to herself that she’d hoped, the tiny tendrils still clinging to her heart, that something would be triggered by the three of them coming together with this trip. “You should’ve told me he was involved with the woman on the island, whatever her name is,” she’d told Jennifer the afternoon before, her voice tinged with betrayal. “I didn’t know what—what his status was—if he and Simone were still . . . ,” Jennifer had said, leaning forward in the verandah chair, an unlit cigarette between two fingers. “I was hoping it wouldn’t really matter.”
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