“Are either of you free to—” I start, but they both shake their heads.
“I’m heading up to DC to watch my grandbabies so Oliver and Mika can go to a fancy gala,” Sheila says.
“My high school class is having a memorial for our favorite student teacher, and a few of my old friends aren’t doing so well.” Evelyn frowns at her silverware. “Might be the last time I see them.”
“Odette might still be up for it,” Sheila adds.
“But we’re a little concerned about what might happen if she gets out on the dance floor.”
Understandable.
Odette doesn’t let anything hold her back.
Which means I might have to go to this wedding alone.
“Is there anything I can do to help her?” I ask.
“She should only be down a few days, and the senior center’s filled up a small meal train sign-up already,” Sheila says.
“Mostly we wanted to tell you since we don’t think she should be on a dance floor,” Evelyn says.
Ameal train?
They’re underplaying this, and my heart gives a lurch as I wonder how badly Odette’s hurt.
“Youwantme to tell her I’ve found another date.”
Evelyn shrugs. “Even if it’s a lie…”
I’m not going to lie to Odette. I’ll go check on her myself tomorrow and level with her.
If she’s not at club night at the wine bar, and if Evelyn and Sheila are this concerned, she absolutely should not go with me as a pity date to a wedding that I mostly want to go to, but not entirely.
Which means I might have to do this alone.
I’ve done worse in the past few years.
Like setting a guy’s mustache on fire with flaming cheese.
Of the issues facing our group right now, me going to a wedding solo is taking a very distant back seat to making sure that Odette’s recovering okay.
“When does she go back to the doctor?” I ask. “If she needs a ride?—”
“Don’t you worry about a thing,” Evelyn says. “Sheila and I have her. You need to worry about your move first.”
“And that nice young man’s mustache next,” Sheila whispers.
London will be amazing.
But the closer it gets, the more I realize how much I’ll worry about these three when I’m gone.
“Don’t make that face,” Evelyn orders me. “We’ll be a phone call away, and we’ll call often.”
“And we’ll come join you for parts of your road trip once you’re back in the States,” Sheila adds.
“You’re going to have the best time in London.” Evelyn wiggles her painted-on brows. “And you might even meet a proper British hottie to bring home with you.”
“But where am I going to find three seasoned ladies to have wine with while they write alternate obituaries for their ex-boyfriends?”
