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Thursday morning Jenna sat in Cianfraniâs Coffee Shop, sipping her latte as her friends chatted. Kimberly had gotten in touch with her two days ago, suggesting they all get together for coffee. Jenna had jumped at the invitation.
It was probably wrong to want to escape her business the first week it was open, but that was how she felt. So far the week had been a disaster. Sales had actually dropped, which was hard to believe. Except for her mother, everyone had walked out of her cooking class before it was over. Violet assured her things would get better, but Jenna had a feeling her lone employee was not only lying but was probably already looking for another job.
Thoughts for later, she reminded herself, turning her attention on Caitlin, who was talking about the problems her kids were having in their exclusive private school.
âOne counselor talks about downtime,â she was saying. âThat children need instructional play to develop an imagination. I told her that my boys had spent the previous weekend trying to wallpaper the dog and imagination was the last thing they needed to work on.â She sipped her nonfat soy drink. âBill thinks they should learn to sail. Can you imagine? Theyâre six.â
âI know what you mean,â Jolene said with a throaty laugh. She had always been pretty in college and now she was beautiful, with platinum blond hair that tumbled in curly splendor halfway down her back. âIf Taylor wins one more dance championship, weâll have to buy a separate house for her trophies and ribbons. Little Amber is already singing in church. Weâve talked to a few agents and theyâre talking childrenâs Christmas CD.â
Kimberly smiled. âLittle Jonathan is still throwing shutouts in Little League. I barely see him and Eric. Theyâre always playing. We talked about having another one. A girl, this time, but I donât know. My stomach is finally flat again.â
âTell me about it,â Jolene said. âI barely get in an hour at the gym. Did I tell you I have a new trainer? Heâs gorgeous. He comes to the house and even gives a postworkout massage.â
Caitlin raised her eyebrows. âWhich kind?â
Jolene smiled smugly. âThe good kind.â
The three women laughed together. Jenna tried to join in, but it was as if they were speaking a different language. She didnât know their husbands or their kids. She wanted to ask if any of them worked but already knew the answer.
Kimberly smiled at her. âYouâre so fortunate, Jenna. You only have to worry about yourself.â
âItâs true,â Jolene chimed in. âIâm sure the divorce was difficult, but you got half of everything, right? So youâre set.â
Half of nothing was still nothing, Jenna thought, even as she smiled and nodded. There had been a few thousand in savings. The only reason sheâd had the money to open the store was because the City of Los Angeles had needed to expand a road. Theyâd bought up four houses, including the tiny place she and Aaron had owned. A neighbor had hired a slick lawyer who had gotten them all a tidy sum above market value.
Caitlin leaned toward her. âHow was it?â she asked in a hushed tone. âThe divorce. Was it awful?â
The table went silent. All three women stared at her intently, as if sheâd done something extraordinary. Or terrifying.
âIt wasnât fun,â she admitted. âBut weâd grown apart.â Which was better than saying being with her husband had sucked the life out of her. Sheâd been left with little more than a few skills she didnât trust and a gut-wrenching fear that she was mediocre.
âWas there another woman?â Jolene asked. âWas she younger and prettier?â
âI, ahââ
âIt wasnât another man, was it?â Kimberly asked. âI heard that happens