CHAPTER 8Laurel
Later, but before everything fell apart, Laurel thought she had Len to thank for that call, and thus for everything that followed it. Rosie had been surprised to hear from her, of course, but she had masked it well, for which Laurel had felt a surge of gratitude. But when, as the conversation wound down, Laurel had to say—had to, she felt, because otherwise Len would not let her be—that it would be great to get together soon, to really catch up, Rosie sounded doubtful.
“I don’t have much free time,” she said. “With the kids and all.” “Oh, I know,” Laurel began, feeling the first wisps of relief. She could already imagine her report to Len. Yes, she had suggested something, but Rosie just didn’t have the time.
“Unless—”
Laurel sighed. “Unless what?”
“Well, unless you’d
