“First, to apologize for the other night. I overreacted with Tim.”
“It’s all right, really,” she rushed to tell him. Even discussing Tim casually was dangerous. “I understand. It was unfortunate, but it’s over and best forgotten.”
“I guess I’m jealous,” Mel continued, oblivious to everything she’d said. “There were a dozen better ways to handle the situation. I behaved badly. I hope you’ll excuse my little temper tantrum.”
“Mel, it’s over,” she said again. “Forgotten.” Now, if she could forget Tim’s kisses just as easily.
“You’re far more forgiving and generous than I deserve.”
If he didn’t stop soon, she was going to burst into tears and confess that she’d spent the afternoon with Tim and had succumbed to his charms, of which there were many.
“Secondly, I called to remind you about Friday night.”
“Friday?” Her memory had gone completely blank—no doubt understandable in the current situation. She stopped pacing, frowning as she tried to remember.
“We have tickets to see Jersey Boys.”
“Oh, right!” Anne Marie had been ecstatic at the opportunity. Her husband, Robert, had loved the Four Seasons, and she knew many of their songs by heart.
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