“How are you holding up?” Becky fanned herself with her hand. “Scared to death, excited, you name it.” “It'll be fine, Beck. I'll be with you.” “How was your fancy date with Cleave?” “Where do I begin?” She told her about the catastrophic evening with Cleave on the way to the car. “Have you spoken to Joe?” Becky let her into her car. Renee’s chest tightened. “I left messages on his home and cell phone, but he hasn't called me back. And you know Joe always calls back. I think I've lost him.” A lump lodged in her throat as she buckled herself in. At least she wasn’t crying. She suspected she was fresh out of tears after spending all day yesterday sobbing over Joe. “But you don't know that for sure.” “I do know it. He would have called me. I’m sure his stepmother told him.
