Chapters (70)
- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5. Morgan
- Chapter 6. Anna
- Chapter 7. Morgan
- Chapter 8. Anna
- Chapter 9. Morgan
- Chapter 10. Anna
- Chapter 11. Morgan
- Chapter 12. Anna
- Chapter 13. Morgan
- Chapter 14. Anna
- Chapter 15. Morgan
- Chapter 16. Anna
- Chapter 17. Morgan
- Chapter 18. Anna
- Chapter 19. Morgan
- Chapter 20. Anna
- Chapter 21. Morgan
- Chapter 22. Anna
- Chapter 23. Morgan
- Chapter 24. Anna
- Chapter 25. Morgan
- Chapter 26. Anna
- Chapter 27. Morgan
- Chapter 28. Anna
- Chapter 29. Morgan
- Chapter 30. Anna
- Chapter 31. Morgan
- Chapter 32. Anna
- Chapter 33. Morgan
- Chapter 34. Anna
- Chapter 35. Morgan
- Chapter 36. Anna
- Chapter 37. Morgan
- Chapter 38. Anna
- Chapter 39. Morgan
- Chapter 40. Anna
- Chapter 41. Morgan
- Chapter 42. Anna
- Chapter 43. Morgan
- Chapter 44. Anna
- Chapter 45. Morgan
- Chapter 46. Anna
- Chapter 47. Morgan
- Chapter 48. Anna
- Chapter 49. Morgan
- Chapter 50. Anna
- Chapter 51. Morgan
- Chapter 52. Anna
- Chapter 53. Morgan
- Chapter 54. Anna
- Chapter 55. Morgan
- Chapter 56. Anna
- Chapter 57. Morgan
- Chapter 58. Anna
- Chapter 59. Morgan
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Epilogue: Morgan
- Acknowledgements
Dazed, Anna lifted her head from her worktable. It took her a moment to get her bearings. She was in the warehouse and Pauline stood in front of her, a garment bag in her arms.
“Oh, my.” Anna rubbed the back of her stiff neck and looked up at Pauline. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. What time is it?”
“Nearly noon,” Pauline said. “And I’m taking you to lunch at the Albemarle, though you look like you need a nap more than a meal. You work way too hard, Anna.”
“I can’t go to lunch.” Anna pushed her chair away from her worktable and stood up. She held her arms wide to display her paint-stained pants and smock. “I’m hardly dressed for it.”
“That’s why I brought you one of my skirts and blouses.” Pauline shoved the garment bag into Anna’s arms, then looked worriedly down at her oxfords. “Your feet and bare legs will be hidden by the table, I hope,” she said.
It had been a while since Anna had visited with Pauline. If her friend had gone to that much trouble to get her out of the warehouse, she should go, exhausted or not. She carried the garment bag to her small bathroom at the far end of the warehouse, where she changed into Pauline’s skirt and blouse. They hung a bit loosely on her, but what did it matter? They would do.
Pauline drove them to the Albemarle Restaurant on Broad Street, where they both ordered the platter with chicken salad, tuna salad, a bit of candied apple, and a slice of American cheese. They chatted about this and that and then Pauline gave her a secret-looking smile.
“I have news,” she said, her cheeks flushing. “I’m expecting a baby! Karl is over the moon about it.”
“Well, my goodness!” Anna said. “How wonderful!” She was surprised by the confusion of feelings that came over her. Joy for her friend’s happiness. Excitement at the thought of a new baby in their midst … although she would certainly be back in New Jersey by the time the child was born. And envy. That surprised her. Did she want to have a baby? Or was she just concerned about losing Pauline’s friendship as her priorities changed? It made Anna glad she’d decided to join Pauline for lunch today. She had to nurture her friendships. They were too easy to lose. “Your mother must be thrilled,” she said.
“Oh, she is! And Karl and I are coming over to dinner tonight to celebrate, so I wanted you to know ahead of time. You’ll join us, of course.”
“I’d love to.” She always enjoyed it when Karl and Pauline came to dinner, although she was so sleepy today she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stay up for much merriment.