the wrong word. I’m calm. I kind of take things as they come. Do you know what I mean?”
“I guess,” said Nina, laughing. “I’m not like that, but I’ve heard people like you exist. Like unicorns.”
“I’m pretty sure we’re more common than that.” He stepped around a crowd of teenagers and found himself more closely at her side once they were reunited. Their sleeves brushed, and neither of them moved apart. “Maybe that’s why I’m attracted to people who have some kind of spark, you know? Sometimes that ends up being not such a good thing, but it’s true of my friends, too. Lisa, for example. We’ve been friends since high school, and she was always the brightest star in our group. Interesting. Different.”
“She seems very nice.”
He laughed. “Well, I don’t know if ‘nice’ is the right word, but she’s definitely her own person, and I like that.” They walked in silence for a while, and Tom was thinking about reaching out to take Nina’s hand when suddenly she said, “This is me,” and stopped.
He looked up at the guesthouse. “So it is,” he said. “Do you know that cat?”
Phil was perched on top of the gate, watching them.
Nina nodded. “I do. He’s mine.”
“What’s his name? He’s judging me.”
“His name is Phil, and actually,” said Nina, “he’s judging me.” She looked up at Tom. “I’m really glad we ran into each other. I feel pretty good we didn’t send Harold out for potatoes.”
“Me too,” said Tom, and stepped closer to her. She looked at him, then stepped closer still, tugging at his coat and pulling him into a kiss. After a few moments they stepped apart, and Nina opened her mouth to invite him in.
“Well, good night, Nina,” said Tom. “Maybe we can do this again soon?” He leaned down and kissed her again, then smiled against her lips and turned away to leave. “I’ll text you, OK?”
“OK,” she replied, watching him go with a little crease between her eyebrows. Crap, she thought. What went wrong there?
But when she went inside her phone buzzed.
“I wanted to come in,” he texted, “very, very much. But you were planning to be Garbo tonight, and I decided not to push my luck. Besides, as another actress said, tomorrow is another day.”
She smiled and picked up a surprised Phil and hugged him.
“Watch the whiskers, lady,” he said. “They don’t stay gorgeous on their own.”
Eighteen
In which Nina fulfills her first family obligation.
Sunday was usually Nina’s extravaganza of planning. She would sort out clothes for the week, plan her meals, make sure she’d read whatever she needed to for work and for the book club, make a proper shopping list and shop for groceries . . . It was her reset and recommit day, and she always felt like she’d crushed it by the time the evening rolled around.
However, on this day, things were already out of whack by 10 A.M., and it was all Peter Reynolds’s fault. For the first time in her life Nina had a family obligation, and she wasn’t entirely sure she liked it.
Peter had texted her at nine, an hour he said was the earliest acceptable time to contact someone on a Sunday.
Nina had still been asleep. Somewhat acerbically, she suggested he recalibrate and set her earliest acceptable time to eleven.
“No,” said her nephew, “if I make an exception for you, I’ll need to customize my entire system, and that won’t work at all.”
“You have a system?”
“Of course. There is a standard weekday wake-up time, and a different weekend time. There is a time in the evening after which one cannot call anyone except good friends or lovers, and a time after which one can only call if there is an emergency.”
Nina’s phone was lying on her pillow, on speaker. “I assume there’s a booty call exception to that rule.”
“You assume correctly. See? It’s a good system. If I have individual wake-up times attached to everyone I’ll mess it up. I like to keep it simple.”
“Well, I guess we all better bend to your will then.” Nina might have been a little cranky, still, and she was definitely undercaffeinated.
“It would be best. Besides, you had to wake up in order to answer your phone, so no harm, no foul.” Nina could tell from his tone of voice that her new nephew was a morning person, that despicable breed. She said nothing, but turned her head and pressed it into the pillow so her phone slid down and rested in her little