Jeanne walked into Eliza’s apartment with Bibi and Terrence. Terrence squeezed her hand as they did. Eliza donned a fancy apron edged in ruffles, and Rafe and Oscar were both in the kitchen as if they were sous chefs to her in aprons as well.
Her sister scooped up her daughter, who wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck. Jeanne knew what a sweet feeling that was since she and Terrence had been the recipients of several of those hugs while they took care of her.
Jeanne could not explain something about the look and feel of the apartment, which made her look at Eliza with a knowing glance even though she did not know anything.
The apartment was redolent with the scent of home cooking. She had had meals with Eliza before and knew she was an amazing cook, so she was very happy to sit down and have the linguini and clams her sister had made.
Rafe poured her a glass of wine and showed off the bottle of a favorite wine that she liked when she was there previously. She smiled at Terrence, as Oscar put a basket of garlic bread on the table. Jeanne took a piece, and raised her eyebrow at Eliza.
Dinner was amazing. Eliza picked Bibi up as she was fell asleep on her lap. Jeanne insisted on helping to clean, but neither Rafe nor Oscar would let her. So she squeezed Terrence’s hand, and greeted her sister when she walked out of Bibi’s room.
“Such a domestic and lovely scene here,” she said, putting her arms across her chest and smiling at Eliza in the way she did when as a journalist, she needed to know more from someone than what they were telling her when she had a hunch.
Jeanne could tell Eliza knew exactly what she was up to. She took her hand after she closed her niece’s bedroom door.
They walked to the window on the other side of the apartment. Eliza was glowing in the moonlight as she confessed.
“The three of us had a very good night.”
Jeanne knew her eyes must have been the size of saucers, as she smiled at her sister,
“You’re glowing.”
“I’ve never felt so loved before. I was with two men who love me and who I love. I spent the night with them, and I have never felt happier.”
Jeanne hugged her sister, happy that they both felt so much love from the men in their lives.
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~ Marie xox