1105 Yakima Street - Debbie Macomber [19]
“Fine. Hang it wherever you like,” Miranda said, brushing her hands in exasperation.
“That’s exactly what I intend to do.”
Miranda sighed and, ignoring Will, said, “Have you ever noticed how important it is to the fragile male ego to have the last word?”
Shirley tried to disguise a smile, but Will obviously wasn’t amused.
He bristled. “That is categorically untrue.”
Motioning with her head, Miranda seemed to imply that his statement only proved her point.
“Are you ready to go now?” Shirley asked.
“Be right with you.” Miranda disappeared around the corner and returned an instant later with her purse and raincoat.
“Which movie are you going to?” Will asked Shirley conversationally.
“Not sure yet.”
“Well, have fun.”
“We will,” Miranda muttered.
He walked them to the door. “I’ve got you on the schedule for Monday,” he said.
“Monday?” Miranda frowned. “I thought I only worked Tuesday, Friday and Saturday.”
“Would you mind filling in for me? I’m meeting with the insurance people on behalf of my mother and Ben.”
“No, of course I don’t mind, but I would’ve appreciated knowing about it sooner.”
“Sorry. I forgot to mention it.”
They stared at each other and then Miranda nodded. “I’ll be here at ten.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem,” she said brusquely.
As they made their way to her car, Shirley considered Tanni’s observation about Miranda’s feelings for Will. She also suspected that, despite their bickering, he was actually fond of her—and maybe he respected her more than he let on. He’d certainly come to rely on her.
“Did you choose a movie?” Miranda asked. “What about the latest Matt Damon picture?”
“Sure.”
“I have the entertainment section of the paper and—” Miranda paused to look at her watch. “This is perfect. The next show starts in less than thirty minutes, which gives us time to drive there, buy our tickets and get our popcorn.”
“Sounds good.”
“Did you talk to Larry this afternoon?” Miranda asked as they got into Shirley’s car. Her own would stay at the art gallery, and Shirley would drop her off there after the movie.
“For two hours.”
“Two hours!”
Shirley laughed. Neither of them had wanted to end the conversation. “Long-distance relationships are difficult,” she said. “So, this is how we stay in touch.”
“Why don’t you just get married? I don’t know any two people better suited to each other.”
“I wish it was that easy, but I can’t uproot Tanni when she still has a year of high school.”
“Who said you had to move right away?” Miranda said.
“Well, as I told my daughter, there’s one small detail. Larry hasn’t asked and at this stage I’d be shocked if he did. I wish everyone would remember we only met a few months ago.”
“What was your phone bill last month? And his?”
Shirley rolled her eyes.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do. Okay, we spend a lot of time on the phone. Today wasn’t an exception.” Whenever he called her, whenever she called him, Shirley felt like a teenager again. Her heart would leap with joy at the sound of his voice.
They’d reached the movie complex, and Shirley parked. They purchased their tickets and popcorn and were about to enter the theater when her cell phone rang.
It was Larry, which struck her as odd, since they’d already talked that day.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” he asked excitedly.
“No. Miranda and I are just walking into the theater.” She was juggling her popcorn, purse, drink and the cell phone, afraid of dropping one, when Miranda helped by taking the large soda out of her hands. “What’s up?”
“Are you busy next weekend?”
“Next weekend?” She momentarily closed her eyes, trying to remember if anything was written on the kitchen calendar. “I don’t think so… Why?”
“I want you to fly down to California.”
“California? Aren’t you supposed to be in Nashville next weekend?”
“Yes, but the lecture was postponed.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I want you to meet me at my home in California. I know