moved here.’
Jean nodded. ‘I remember now. Didn’t you set them up with each other?’
She had. Sean – a doctor at their practice – was new in town and she had invited him to the party so he could meet some people. Specifically, she wanted him to meet Becky, who had recently broken up with her boyfriend.
She introduced them, and they had hit it off, so much so that no one had seen much of them since.
They walked over. Sean was tall and lean, his stomach flat.
‘Hi, Sarah,’ he said. He held out a hand to Jean. ‘I’m Sean. We may have met?’
Jean shook his hand. ‘I think so. At Sarah’s house, maybe.’
‘Oh, yeah,’ Sean said. ‘At Christmas, right?’
‘Yes,’ Jean said. ‘Nice to see you again.’
‘You too,’ he said, then turned to Becky. ‘Shall we tell them?’
‘Tell us what?’ Sarah said.
Becky put her hand around Sean’s waist. ‘We have some news.’
Sarah glanced at her hand; there was no engagement ring. Her gaze flickered to Becky’s stomach.
‘What kind of news?’ she said.
‘We’re pregnant,’ she said. ‘It’s early days yet, and we’re not telling too many people, but since you’re the reason we met, we thought we’d let you know.’
Sarah laughed. ‘Wonderful news!’ she said. She glanced at Jean. ‘And don’t worry. We’ll keep it to ourselves. I’m so glad for you both! When’s the baby due?’
‘February,’ Sean said. ‘We can’t wait. And thank you for your matchmaking. It’s the best thing that ever happened to us.’
Sarah looked at Jean, and grinned. ‘My pleasure,’ she said.
As Becky and Sean walked away, Jean handed Sarah a can of seltzer water.
‘God,’ she said. ‘I find it so annoying.’
‘What?’ Sarah said. ‘That they’re having a baby?’
‘No, of course not. It’s when people say “we’re pregnant”. It’s the woman who’s pregnant. There’s no “we” about it.’
‘Well,’ Sarah said. ‘I think we can forgive them. And I have to say, I take a bit of extra pleasure since it was the result of my matchmaking efforts. They seem really in love.’
‘They do,’ Jean said. ‘And by the way – next time you have an eligible bachelor show up, send him my way, would you?’
‘Sure,’ Sarah said. ‘You’re next on my list.’
‘Thanks,’ Jean said. ‘Hey, I meant to ask. Did anything come of the Facebook thing?’
Sarah felt the warm glow fade from the day.
‘No. The account was shut down. But not before one more post.’
‘Oh? What about?’
‘I went to buy a goldfish at lunchtime. Sometime in the afternoon there was a post about it.’
Jean shook her head. ‘How would they know?’
‘I’ve no idea. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’m not even sure who would know. Someone would have had to follow me.’
‘Who?’
‘A patient, maybe?’ Sarah said. ‘Someone who I’d seen?’
‘Which is half the town,’ Jean replied.
‘There was one guy who I saw yesterday. He was a bit weird with me. He’d waited for two weeks to get an appointment, and there was nothing really wrong with him.’
‘You think he followed you?’ Jean looked doubtful.
‘I don’t know. I doubt it. But he was my last patient before I got the fish, and it’s not the first time he’s been in. It’s like the fourth appointment he’s made since Christmas.’
‘Odd,’ Jean said. ‘What I can’t figure out is who could be doing it.’
‘I know,’ Sarah said. ‘That’s the mystery.’
Rachel raised an eyebrow. ‘One person who it could be – and I’m not saying it is or even that I think it would ever be – is Ben.’
There was a long pause.
‘I don’t think so, Jeannie,’ Sarah said. ‘I mean, it’s possible. But Ben?’
‘I agree. I’m only saying he would have known, and had access to the photos.’
‘I know. But why?’
‘I don’t know. But stranger things have happened. You remember my husband, right? None of us saw that coming.’
‘True. But I don’t think so. And the account’s gone now. It was probably some mistake.’
‘I hope so,’ Jean said. ‘I really hope so.’
A beach day. Soaking up the rays with the family. Those three beautiful children. Her sturdy British husband with his pale skin and emerging pot-belly and baffled expression.
She loves them. They are the most important thing in the world to her. Nothing unusual. For most people all around the world, it’s true.
Not for everyone, though. She will find out about that later.
But for now she is happy. The weird thing with Facebook has gone away. It is still a worry, of course it is, but at least it has stopped. It’s like a rainstorm you drive through: once it’s behind you, it’s still there, but in the rearview mirror. It is receding. A shadow. No longer a problem.
But it can come back. The weather can change. The wind can switch direction. So you better not take your eye off of it for too long.
But people do. It is what she will do. It is natural. The strange thing happens, the surface of the pond is disturbed, but then the ripples vanish, and the water settles and all trace of them is gone.
Out of sight, out of mind.
But whatever caused them is still there, under the black water. Maybe a long way away, deep and safe.
Or maybe just below the surface …
So she is enjoying her beach day with her loving
