Used-To-Be Lovers. Linda Miller Lael

and then dialed her mother’s number in Hayesville, a very small town out on the peninsula.

      Bea answered right away, and Sharon sank into the chair behind Tony’s desk. “Bea, it’s me. Is anything wrong?”

      “Where are you?” Bea immediately countered.

      “At the house,” Sharon replied in even tones.

      “Crazy arrangement,” Bea muttered. She had never approved of Sharon’s marriage, Sharon’s house or, for that matter, Sharon herself. “In, out, back, forth. I don’t know how you stand it. Furthermore, it isn’t good for those kids.”

      “Bea!”

      “All right, all right. I just wanted to know if you were still coming over this weekend.”