“Hello, Jessica?”
“Um, yes. Good evening, Mrs. Worthington.”
“Has something happened to Gwen?”
“Oh, no. Nicole’s fine. Great actually. I mean, she’s at work right now, but she and I…we’re great, um, yes, and that’s why I really wanted you to call.” Oh, God! Realizing she sounded like an utter moron, Jesse switched her phone from one hand to the other.
“Nicole, eh? Figures she would drop the name I chose for her. She never liked it. That, or anything else I chose for her.”
A man’s voice could be heard in the background. “You never should have pushed her so hard. She just wanted to live her own life, not the life you had wanted.”
“You’ll have to excuse my husband’s manners, or lack thereof. I assume you had something specific you wanted to talk about. If everything is great, as you say
