When they were done with their wine and pizza, though, Rosemary fished a card out of her cell phone holder/wallet and gave it to Audrey. It was just a business card for the bookstore, but on the back she’d hand-written a different phone number.
“That’s my cell,” she said as Audrey looked down at it. “If something weird happens, you call me. I’ll rally the troops and come over.”
“You all live together?” Audrey asked, touched that she’d be worried enough about her to offer to help.
“God, no,” Rosemary said in tones of convincing horror. “Isabel and CeeCee both have kids under five. It’s bad enough that I get drafted to do babysitting duty all the time…I don’t think I would survive having to actually live with them. But their houses are on the same street, and mine’s just one up from them,
