Chapter 28“I
sn’t that terrible?” Connie follows Rita upstairs.
“It’s one of the saddest stories I’ve ever heard. I can’t imagine what it must be like to see someone you love become . . . Ruthie.” Rita takes off the clothes she wore to the convent, steps into her oldest jeans, pulls on an orange tee-shirt that advertises ‘Empire State Grocers—serving the five boroughs since 1958.’
“One day I’m going to get you some decent clothes.” Connie lies down on the bed. “You don’t even try and these great guys are crazy about you. And you’re not even sure if you want a man.”
“And you are?” Rita sits on the bed with her back against the headboard.
Connie rolls onto her side, props herself up on her elbow. “Fat chance. With three kids. That’s even presuming Vincent would agree to a divorce. For w
