Just looking at her, lithe and bouncy even while seated, brushed the thought of Sean’s foundering family from his mind. They ate at a little café in Belham Heights called Milano that served sandwiches on thick focaccia bread.She and her husband were newly separated, she told him. “You remember Rick, right? Star quarterback, captain of the football team . . . massive jerk?”Unfortunately, a surprised laugh burst out of Sean before he could suppress it. “You married Ricky Cavicchio?”His reaction was not well received. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and raised her chin. “He was ambitious and smart, and very . . . well . . . he was everything I was looking for.”“Oh, no, I didn’t mean . . . it’s just, you know, rare that high school romances actually . . .” He felt like a heel. It wasn’t her fault she’d been slow to realize what everyone else had seen all along. Love being blind and all that. Not that he had much experience with the matter himself.“I haven’t been with him since high school, for godsake—we broke up freshman year in college!”
