It was a good thing no one in her family ever came over to visit. Her sisters had kids, so Cherry went to them. Same deal with Stacia. Nobody came to Cherry’s house. No one knew how she was living.
Cherry put on yoga pants and a T-shirt—she’d meant to buy a Goldenrod T-shirt at the concert—and went downstairs to feed Stevie.
To make some oatmeal.
To start some laundry and vacuum.
There was no sign anywhere that anything out of the ordinary had happened last night.
Russ hadn’t left a note. He hadn’t left his jacket. Or a business card. Or a trace.
And Cherry didn’t have his number.
Chapter 11
Cherry kind of forgot that the whole world would be able to watch Tom’s movie trailer. Including everyone at work.
People who had never mentioned theThursdaycomics—even when the books were runaway bestsellers, even when Tom was onThe Late Show—were suddenly very interested in theThursdaymovie.
Cherry had meetings all day Monday, and every one started with,“I saw the trailer for your husband’s movie!” (Almost no one at work knew that Cherry and Tom were separated.)
“Well, it sure looks good,” someone would say.
“Itdoeslook good,” Cherry would reply.
“They’ve got that actress playing you, the one from the thing.”
“Oh, she’s not playingme.”
“I thought she had a British accent?”
“Acting, I guess.”
“I guess you’ll get to go to the big premiere.”
“We’ll see.”
“Did you get to meet Kathy Bates?”
“No. I wish.”
“She was great onThe Office.”
“I agree.”
“Say, did they try to get Alexander Payne for the movie?”
“I’m not sure...”
“That would have been cool.”
“It would have.”
“Then they could have filmed it in Omaha—and weallcould have met Kathy Bates.”
“That would have beenreallycool.”
“Well, you tell your husband that we’re all excited for him.”
