Friday afternoon, Jimmy sat thinking. Norah came into the room and Jimmy noticed she was starting to do the pregnant woman’s waddle. She was in a better place over the last couple of weeks, smiling more, talking about finishing school here in Chicago. She still wouldn’t name the baby’s father, but overall, she was happier.
“You are such a wuss.”
Still his snotty little sister, though. “What?”
“You’re screwed up in love with Moira and you’re sitting here staring at your suit like it’s the Wizard of Oz. Get dressed and go get her.”
He’d been toying with that exact idea. What was supposed to happen after this one date?
“I don’t know what’s holding you back, Jimmy, but whatever it is, talk to her. Work it out.”
Moira said she loved him and would’ve given him anything if only he’d asked.
