Chapter Ten
In the morning, I texted Ros: Why didn’t you tell me sooner? This is big news!
Why didn’t you tell me sooner? This is big news!She wrote back: Sorry. Swamped. You’ll be there tonight?
Sorry. Swamped. You’ll be there tonight?Wouldn’t miss it.
Wouldn’t miss itYay! Later. SO much to do.
Yay! Later. SO much to doI stayed in bed longer than I slept. Heard Patrick up and about, then leave for the gym. Only then did I get up. And found a note with reheat instructions on top of a covered plate in the fridge. Of course he’d made enough breakfast for two.
Ros’ party was a dressy affair, so I needed to look nice tonight—shave my legs, get a haircut, etc. Because I rarely needed them, I had two cocktail dresses and one formal, all black. Hey, it’s versatile, and a good black dress ne
