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Chapter Thirty-seven
Well, she certainly looked lessthan thrilledwith the news,Maggie thinks, as Lisa closes the front door.Wonder what the story is there?
None of your business,she hears Craig admonish.
“Screw you,” she mutters, looking toward Hood Road for his car. There are a couple of things she wants to talk to her husband about, and she’d come outside hoping for a few minutes alone with him before he took the kids out for their weekly Wednesday night dinner. She checks her watch. She’d also been hoping to make an exercise class at a nearby gym at seven, and it’s already closing in on six-thirty.
But instead of Craig’s car, she sees the Grants’ front door open and Olivia step outside. “Hey,” Olivia calls, crossing the street to the Youngs’ front lawn. “What was that all about?”
“Not sure,” Maggie says truthfully. It’s up to Heidi to decide if and when to share the news of her pregnancy. “So, how’s it going?”
“Good. Great, actually. Sean started his new job Monday and he really seems to be enjoying it.”
“I’m sure that’s a big relief.”
“Yeah. No more credit cards being declined. Thanks again for coming to my rescue.”
“Please. Don’t mention it.”
“Mom!” Erin calls from their front door. “Do you have my phone?”
“Why would I have your phone?” Maggie calls back. “Why would I have her phone?” she repeats to Olivia.
“I can’t find it,” Erin whines. “I’ve looked everywhere.”
“Look again.”
Even from two houses away, Maggie can see Erin’s eyes roll toward the sky. “I’m not leaving here without it.”
“Then I better get moving,” Maggie says. She can’t afford to waste time searching for Erin’s phone after Craig arrives, not if she wants to make that seven o’clock class.
“See you Saturday,” Olivia says.
Maggie takes another glance down Hood Road before heading back to her house at the rounded end of the cul-de-sac. “Where did you see your phone last?” she asks as she steps inside the front hall.
“She found it,” Leo says, walking toward her from the kitchen.
“You found it?”
Erin’s response is a barely perceptible nod as she walks past her mother into the living room and flounces down on the sofa.
“Where was it?” Maggie asks, following after her.
“Does it matter?”
“It was in her jacket pocket,” Leo says, joining them. “When is Dad getting here?”
Maggie fights the urge to check her watch again. “Soon, I hope.”
“I’m hungry.”
“He’s late,” Erin says, as if Craig’s tardiness is somehow her mother’s fault.
“I’m sure he’ll be here any second. Traffic’s probably bad.” Maggie gives in and glances at her watch.
“You’re getting awfully chummy with the neighbors,” Erin remarks. “What were you talking to Mrs. Grant about?”
“Not much.”
