He threw himself at her and hugged her. “I’m so glad!” Then he stepped back, shooting a glance at me that I couldn’t interpret.
“Thanks, sweetie. I’m glad you’re glad.”
“And I’m glad you’re glad I’m glad.”
She burst into laughter and pressed a fingertip against his chin. Wills joined her laughter. That was something I’d seen them do when she’d sat with him, and a sense of nostalgia swept over me.
“Will you need any help moving, Jill?”
“No. I’ve been living pretty much out of my suitcase.” She slid her arms into her windbreaker, and Wills retrieved her umbrella. “Thanks, sweetie.” She kissed his cheek, and he gave hers a quick peck, then ran off in the direction of the kitchen.
“Okay. Oh, what time?”
“Would ten be too early?”
“You’re the one going out on the town tonight. We’re usua
