The Rescue - Nicholas Sparks [47]
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” Her voice sobered slightly. “He passed away a long time ago.”
“I’m sorry,” Denise began, “I didn’t know.”
“It’s okay.”
In the sudden quiet, Denise fidgeted with her hands. “So . . . you never remarried?”
Judy shook her head. “No. I just didn’t seem to have time to meet someone. Taylor was a handful—it was all I could do to keep up with him.”
“Boy, does that sound familiar. It seems like all I do is work with Kyle and work at the diner.”
“You work at Eights? With Ray Toler?”
“Uh-huh. I got the job when I moved here.”
“Has he told you about his kids?”
“Only a dozen times or so,” Denise answered.
From there, the conversation drifted easily to Denise’s job and the endless projects that seemed to occupy Judy’s time. The rhythm of conversation was something Denise hadn’t experienced in a while, and she found it unexpectedly soothing. A half hour later Kyle tired of playing with his trucks, and he put them under the porch (without being asked, Judy couldn’t help but notice) before wandering up to his mother. His face was red from the heat, his bangs plastered against his forehead. “Can I have some macaroni and cheese?” (Ca-ah haf son concor cheese?)
“Macaroni and cheese?”
“Yes.”
“Sure, sweetie. Let me go make some.”
Denise and Judy stood and went into the kitchen, Kyle leaving dusty footprints on the floor. He went to the table and sat while Denise opened up the cupboard.
“Would you like to stay for lunch? I can throw together a couple of sandwiches.”
Judy checked her watch. “I’d love to, but I can’t. I have a meeting downtown about the festival this weekend. We still have some last-minute details we’ve got to iron out.”
Denise was filling the saucepan with hot water and looked over her shoulder. “Festival?”
“Yeah, this weekend. It’s an annual event and sort of gets everyone in the mood for summer. I hope you’re going.”
Denise set the pan on the burner, and the gas range clicked to life. “I hadn’t planned on it.”
“Why not?”
“Well, for one thing, I hadn’t even heard about it.”
“You really are out of the loop.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“You should go, then—Kyle would love it. They have food and crafts, contests, a carnival is in town—there’s something for everyone.”
Denise’s mind immediately leapt to the costs involved.
“I don’t know if we can,” she finally said, thinking of an excuse. “I have to work Saturday night.”
“Oh, you don’t have to stay long—just come by during the day if you’d like. But it is a lot of fun, and if you want, I could introduce you to some people your own age.”
Denise didn’t respond right away, and Judy sensed her hesitation.
“Just think about it, okay?”
Judy picked up her purse from the counter, and Denise checked the water—not boiling yet—before they walked toward the front door and stepped out on the porch again.
Denise ran her hand through her hair, adjusting a few loose strands that had fallen in her face.
“Thanks for coming by. It was nice to have an adult conversation for a change.”
“I enjoyed it,” Judy said, leaning in to give her an impulsive hug. “Thanks for inviting me.”
As Judy turned to leave, Denise realized what she’d forgotten to mention.
“Oh, by the way, I didn’t tell you that I ran into Taylor yesterday at the store.”
“I know. I talked to him last night.”
After a beat of awkward silence, Judy adjusted her purse strap. “Let’s do this again sometime, okay?”
“I’d like that.”
Denise watched as Judy made her way down the steps and onto the gravel walkway. When Judy reached her car she turned to face Denise again.
“You know, Taylor’s gonna be at the festival this weekend with the rest of the fire department,” Judy called out conversationally. “Their softball team plays at three.”
“Oh?” was all Denise could think to say.
“Well, just in case you do come by, that’s where I’ll be.”
A moment later Judy opened her car door. Denise stood in the doorway and waved as Judy slipped behind the seat and cranked the engine to life, the faint outlines of a smile playing softly on her lips.
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