I told you about. She’s taking on an intern. Fingers crossed it turns out to be me.” Tessa found two glasses in the cabinet. “Lemuel called right when I was hitting downtown. Like I wasn’t murdery enough from traffic.”
Sara poured the drinks. She gave herself a double. Tessa’s husband was still in South Africa with their daughter. “How’s Izzie?”
“Amazing, as always.” Tessa sipped from the glass. “Lem got the divorce papers. He’s taking it better than I thought he would.”
Sara led her back to the table so they could sit down. “Did you want him to take it badly?”
“I’m just tired.” She slumped into a chair beside Sara. “It’s exhausting being married when you don’t want to be married. And he’s such a pompous ass sometimes.”
Sara quietly objected to the sometimes.
“I know you never saw what I saw in him,” Tessa said. “Let’s just say he’s like Taco Bell. You’ve got to pay for the extra meat.”
Sara raised her glass in a toast.
“Where’s Will?”
“Working.” Sara let herself look at the boxes. Jeffrey’s boxes. His familiar script flowed across the labels. She wanted to reach out and touch the words. “Will asked me to marry him.”
Tessa coughed on her drink.
Sara confessed, “Six weeks ago.”
“You’ve talked to me how many times since then?”
Sara talked to her sister at least once a day, sometimes more. But she had never talked about this. “Do you think it didn’t work out with Jeffrey the first time because I didn’t pay enough attention to him?”
“I’m not even sure what that means.”
“It means I was always at Mom and Dad’s, or doing something with you, or—”
“Marriage isn’t rumspringa. You don’t have to leave your family.” She put down her glass and held Sara’s hand. “Sissy, remember I was there? I’m the one who followed his sorry ass around town and broke into his computer and bribed motel clerks because you were going crazy from all of the bullshit lies about how it was just one woman, hardly more than that one time, when we both knew it was more like five women and fifty different times.”
Sara remembered the feeling of disconnection between what Jeffrey repeatedly promised her and how he behaved. But for Tessa playing detective, she probably would’ve never learned the truth.
She told her sister, “I know.”
“Jeffrey cheated because all he could think about was what he was missing, not what he had.” She squeezed Sara’s hand. “He changed for you. He worked really hard to be the kind of man you deserved. The first time was hell on earth, but it made the second time that much sweeter.”
Sara nodded, because everything she said was the truth. “When Will asked me, he didn’t really ask me. But in his defense, it was a strange conversation. I started talking about remodeling his house, putting on a second floor.”
“That’s a great idea. You could do everything exactly the way you want.”
“That’s what I told him,” Sara said. “And then Will said, ‘We should get married in a church. It’ll make your mother happy.’”
“What the hell does Mama have to do with it?” Tessa scowled. “Does he want Daddy to play Lohengrin on the piccolo?”
Sara shook her head. “I don’t know what he wants.”
“So, that’s the real problem. You’re not talking to him about something that’s really important. You’re pretending it didn’t happen.”
Sara didn’t know what she was doing anymore. “I don’t want to be the one who has to bring it up. I’m always the one pushing things. I want Will to push back for once. But then I think, maybe he’s changed his mind. Maybe he feels like he dodged a bullet.”
“That’s bullshit. You know how he feels about you.” Tessa finished her drink. “You’re not bringing it up because you don’t want to talk about it. Which is fine. But do him the courtesy of letting him know you’re not ready.”
“I want him to do me the courtesy.”
“Spit in one hand, want in the other. See which fills up the fastest.”
This was why Sara hadn’t brought up the subject before.
“Not that this has anything to do with Will, or how you feel about him, or why you’re not talking to him about getting married, but I can help you sort through Jeffrey’s stuff if you want,” Tessa offered.
“No, go home and get some rest.” Sara finally reached out and touched one of the boxes. She felt a warmth spread through her fingers. “I’m going to be reading all night.”
“Four eyes are faster than two.”
“It’s a lot