Eileen’s words comparing Deirdre to one of her own children offered hope. Deirdre licked her lips. Face-to-face was more difficult than she’d thought. She twisted her hands in front of her. There was no easing into this. “Tommy and I got married this morning.”
Eileen sat and stared at her for a full minute. Deirdre swallowed hard.
Finally, Eileen said, “You said married?”
“Yes.” She held up her hand to show the ring.
Covering her mouth with her hand, Eileen shook her head. Another minute passed of Deirdre fidgeting and Eileen staring. Deirdre wished she’d say something.
“Why would you do such a thing?”
Deirdre opened her mouth and suddenly realized that she hadn’t prepared to answer that question. She’d been so focused on the possible anger over the marriage she’d never considered th
