Chapter Sixteen
Willa didn’t keep secrets from Norm. None that mattered, anyway. She could buy herself a white chocolate-chip Macadamia-nut cookie – a single cookie, mind you – consume it on the way home from the market, and never confess to the crime that it was his favorite kind and she’d indulged herself. She didn’t want him any fatter than he was, her big bear. But that evening she wasn’t eager to tell him she’d run into Yolanda. She was sure he’d be relieved to hear that, of all the worst-case scenarios he was rehearsing in his head, getting sued by her would never be one of them. She also knew, to be brutally honest with herself, that she wasn’t someone who coped particularly well with adversity. She was not a person to be leaned upon in a crisis. After all, she’d let Norm go to Tel
