Chapter Nineteen
The phone rang. Tommy turned her head on the pillow and checked the bedside clock: 11:15 ...who the hell?
She extracted herself from the sheets and padded naked across the living room to where the wall phone was mounted by the kitchen door.
“Tommy? It’s Jilly. Sorry for calling so late, but I’m so excited.”
“Excited?”
“Yeah. When I got home from my shift there was a letter waiting. From Rebecca Ross. There are two tickets here, for a cruise.”
“A cruise.”
“Yeah, you know. A big white ship? The Caribbean?”
“Lovely. Have a nice time...” Tommy looked down and smoothed the baby oil that glistened on her belly. It was a great moisturizer.
“Well here’s the thing. Rick doesn’t want to go. He’d rather stay home. The shithead would rather play patty-cake, patty-cake with th
