You’re right, she admitted. How many people were like her? she wondered. Living in this paradise and not exploring its wonders. She slid in the front seat and waited for him to hop in beside her. I’ve stayed indoors for too long.
You ain’t been living as man and wife for a long time.It would be wrong for me to, you know, be with another man.
My lawyer, probably. My mother, most certainly.Lucille grunted in a manner that gave no doubt she didn’t care for Winnie. Who’s gonna tell them? That’s one woman who’d be a lot happier if someone took the long pole out of her backside.Lucille! Dora burst out with a laugh.
You know it’s true. And don’t you tell me you’re not thinkin’ the same thing.Dora giggled at Lucille’s unexpected burst of temper. Her mother had never given Dora that little talk mothers were supposed to give their daughters at puberty. Dora didn’t think Winnie could bring herself to say the words. When Dora was thirteen, she had found a pamphlet on her bed written by some priest or bishop. It was all about the mystical body of Christ, and Dora couldn’t figure out what they were talking about.
She was always pretty rigid about rules, I’ll give you that. And sex. I don’t think she finds sex very ladylike.
It was a miracle you were born, child, Lucille said. When Winnie talks about Adam and Eve, I’ll wager all she can think about is how they committed some sin. What’s that special name they call it?I didn’t want to admit out loud that sex with Caleb had confused me, considering the sensible part of my brain knew he was still rude and unappreciative to people. A huge personality no-no for me.
But still, I needed to talk to my best friend before my brain exploded with overthinking. Harper was contracted to work five days a week at Canterbury, but sometimes she worked extra days when she was helping train new apprentices. She worked twelve-hour shifts in the kitchen doing everything from devising dessert menus to developing and testing new pastries and desserts, from overseeing the pastry department budget to procuring ingredients and maintaining the inventory of supplies, as well as overseeing the training of new staff members. I knew all this because I wanted to learn what I could about her job, why she was there for twelve-hour days, and what it was about it that made it worth it to her.She had a passion for it, but I worried that the sixty-to seventy-two-hour weeks were going to cause her to burn out quickly.
Having such a demanding job meant she and I had to fit in our time together whenever we could. I called her as I was leaving Fred’s and asked if she had a moment to spare.I’ll make time, she said, sounding concerned. I’ll take a quick lunch break early. You okay to meet me at the restaurant or do you need more privacy?