Chapter 11
Tom disconnected, and suddenly I missed him terribly, his wisdom, his loving glance, his body enclosing mine. Wait a minute … I didn’t have to suffer, right? I mean, we were married, weren’t we? So I called him right back.
He picked up on the first ring. “Did I forget something?”
Ah, caller ID. I whispered into the phone, “You didn’t tell me you, you know”—I lowered my voice another notch—“that you loved me.” Embarrassed, I turned my head to see if the boys were listening, but they were all intent on a handheld video game that Arch was vigorously punching and groaning over.
“You need me to do that?”
I thought of Patricia, her grief and her loneliness. “Uh, I guess so.”
“I’ve got some guys here right now,” Tom warned, his voice businesslike. In the background, male voices m
