Chapter 7“Jill, would you like a house of your own?” We’d been married a year and a half.
“Unless it’s escaped your notice, darling Jack, I have a house of my own.”
No, what she had was the house I’d built for Sophia. I’d overheard some of the busybodies commenting snidely, “Poor thing. Another woman’s husband, another woman’s son, another woman’s house.”
Soon Jill would have a son of her own. She was about three months pregnant, and those same busybodies had had plenty of time to get over the disappointment of learning ours hadn’t been a shotgun wedding.
“Y’know that house I have up in Cambridge? Jake and I have finished renovating it, and I’m thinking of putting it on the market. Whatever I get for it will be gravy, and I’ll use that money to build you your house.”
“If that’s what y
