I’ve seen one,” Sunny said. “Takes one to know one, I guess. I’ve been a mess since Nate told me he wanted a divorce. Now I’m avoiding him, so we don’t have to talk about selling our apartment.”
Bron touched her arm. “Griffin doesn’t have the market cornered on the hard stuff, does he?” After a moment she went on, “But he’ll have to face facts sooner or later. His kids are troubled, and no amount of pretending they aren’t will make it better.”
“Then you agree with me about Amanda.”
“I wish I didn’t have to—but taking your watch was a definite signal that she needs help.” She gazed off into the distance. “Maybe you can talk to Griffin again at the cookout. I’m not sure we’ll be there,” she added.
“When has Chris ever missed our father’s barbecued ribs?”
Bron only half smiled. “Never. But there’s always a first time.”
Belatedly, Sunny realized that Bron’s smiles had been less than genuine, and her eyes held a worry that should have registered before.
“Trouble?” she asked, tilting her head to look into Bron’s downcast gaze.
She stuffed Amanda’s wrinkled essay back into her bag. “Chris is jealous,” she said, “of the time I spend with my girlfriends. It’s upsetting things at home.”
Sunny’s spirits plummeted. “He’s probably just upset about how the fish are running this month.”
“He always tells me everything’s great,” Bron said, “but you’re right.” She smiled weakly. “This being married stuff isn’t easy.”
Sunny arched an eyebrow. “When Nate and I were first married, we fought like tigers. You and Chris will work it out,” she said, needing to believe that.
“Why couldn’t you?”
Sunny had wondered the same thing many times in the past months.
“We were too different in the end, I guess. We drifted apart in the past few years, and Nate...fell out of love with me.”
Bron hesitated. “You think there’s someone else?”
“That’s the classic reason, but I don’t think so—not that I need to know. How’s that for denial?” She paused for a moment and reconsidered. “No, I think I’m well into the anger stage now.” She told Bron about Nate’s phone calls, the ones she never answered. “I’m not going to help him get over whatever guilt he may feel.”
“Maybe he wants you to come back,” Bron suggested.
“And maybe he doesn’t,” Sunny replied.
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