THIRTY-FIVE
A few days later, Rachel was lounging by the pool with Ruby and her fella. He looked pretty good in a bathing suit for a man of eighty-nine. His body appeared firm and he still had a shock of totally white hair growing on his head. Ruby sat with her sunhat on her head, watching Bob swimming in the pool. Rachel thought she looked like she had put on a few pounds since her ex-husband showed up. And she needed every one of them.
“I like your suit,” Ruby said.
“Thanks. I got it at Dillard’s. On sale, too.” Rachel was stretched out on her chaise, sporting a black suit with wide white stripes swirling around her curves like a slinky.
“Where’s your husband?”
“Getting educated about the Internet. Angie is showing him how she’ll market the B and B.”
“Very nice. I’m so glad she fou
