“SETTLING?” HELEN ASKS.
“That’s what they said,” I say.
Helen shakes her head and laughs. We’re on our way to our favorite cozy little steakhouse that we used to go to because it was off the beaten path.
“Tim said only a slight amount,” I add. “But they were acting really odd. Nervous, like they’d been caught doing something wrong.”
“Really?” Helen says, that wicked smile of hers beginning to play on her lips.
“Now, Helen, I don’t mean—”
“I don’t know, Tom,” she says, shaking her head. “I mean, Anna’s still an attractive woman for her age—”
“—Good grief, Helen—”
“—And Tim’s an attractive young man.”
“He’s young enough to be her grandson! And he’s married! With a child and everything!”
“Anna’s always struck me as having a bit of the cougar in her,” Helen says, not even trying to h
