I refuse to look at her.
"Lots of people are good with children."
"Hmm."
Dangerous sound.
"I always thought he'd make an excellent father."
I nearly choke on my own breath. "Mrs. Bellamy."
"What?"
"You cannot just say things like that."
"Why not?"
Because my heart apparently has enough problems.
That's why.
But I don't say that.
Instead, I focus very hard on the pastry display.
Unfortunately, several other women nearby have overheard.
Which means the conversation is now multiplying.
Like rabbits.
"He does seem natural."
"Very patient."
"Jillie certainly adores him."
"Oh, everyone can see that."
I seriously consider hiding inside a commercial freezer.
Then Jillie skates by.
"Mom! Did you see me?"
"Yes."
"I didn't fall."
"Excellent."
"Only because Colby tightened my skate laces."
Wonderful. Just wonderful.
The women smile even harder. Somewhere nearby, Mrs. Bellamy makes a satisfied noise.
The entire town has lost its mind. The truly terrifying part? I'm starting to lose mine too.
