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Not wanting to look like a total bitch, I accept the sunglasses. “Thanks.”
The sunglasses are designer, of course, with Burberry printed on the side.
I slip the sunglasses on and adjust them over my nose.
“They look great. Don’t they, Beth?” Meredith says, looking to Beth for confirmation.
Beth nods her head.
Meredith smiles, her glossy lips glistening in the sun. “You should keep them. They look better on you.”
I open my mouth to protest, but she waves me off. “I have a million pairs.”
Beth snorts. “A million? Try a billion.”
Meredith’s smile twists into a smirk. “I’m not a hoarder. All my shopping is just another way for me to annoy Simon. He truly doesn’t understand why a woman needs options. He thinks only one purse, one pair of shoes, and so on are acceptable. As smart as he is, the man can be as dense as rock. He wears like the same boring suit every day.”
I slowly nod my head, like I understand where she’s coming from.
But I don’t. Not one bit.
If I spent too much money, Kyle would make me pay in other ways…
Noticing my discomfort, Beth changes the subject. “Is this Abel?”
The hair on the back of my neck wants to stand on end.
“Yes…” I answer, wondering how she knows his name.
Did her husband tell her?
“He’s just as adorable as I pictured!” Beth says sweetly. “How old is he?”
I have to think for a moment, counting up the weeks. “Nine, almost ten months.”
“Oh! He and Rebekah are super close.” Beth pulls back the canopy on her stroller to show me a baby girl with a head full of red curls snoozing happily.
“She’s beautiful,” I comment as Beth slides the canopy back into place.
“Thanks,” Beth says before she twists a little and glances behind herself. “My oldest, Charlie, is back at the house.”
“He’s a sweet boy,” Meredith says with fondness.
Beth nods in agreement.
“How old are yours?” I ask Meredith, feeling like it’s the polite thing to do at this point.
“Oh, Willow and Ivy?” Meredith pulls the canopy back on her double stroller just enough to give me a peek of her two sleeping twin girls. “They’re almost four months, I think. How many months is fifteen weeks?”
“Almost four months,” Beth confirms.
Meredith slides the canopy down as far as it will go. “Sorry, I don’t want them to wake up before we’ve had a chance to walk. I’m breastfeeding so if they wake up hungry I’ll have to find somewhere to feed them.”
Beth nods. “They’re always hungry.”
“Tell me about it,” Meredith says with exasperation. “It’s something about the breastmilk. They digest it faster so it goes right through them. The amount of time I have to spend sitting down to feed them…God. And don’t even get me started on the crazy number of diapers we go through. We can’t use disposal diapers… Oh no. Their father would have an aneurysm. Only the best for his girls. Can’t have chemicals on their precious little butts or something.”
“Hey, at least you’ve lost all your baby weight,” Beth says, suppressing a giggle.
