you.” Ginny barely got it all out without laughing.
They were both cracking up and pointing out the strange assortment of hanging decorations. Aside from piñatas of all types, there were also dangling skateboards, a couple of bikini tops, several license plates and a group of visors with dumb sayings. And then Ginny looked at the hula girl bobblehead sitting in the middle of their table. With a flick of her long elegant fingers she set it in motion and they laughed until they both had to wipe away tears.
Sniffling, Cricket moved in for a closer look at the hula girl. “Is that thing glued to the table?”
“I think so.”
“For God’s sake, who would steal that?”
“Oh yeah, you’ve definitely been away too long.”
Cricket glanced around, saw the coast was clear and bowed her head to use the hem of her shirt to dab at her nose and eyes. “Do not make me laugh like that again.”
“It felt good, didn’t it?” The trace of wistfulness in Ginny’s voice didn’t go unnoticed. “Look, I’m sorry for pulling you away from everyone,” she said. “It isn’t fair, I know, but I figured it would be harder to find time toward the end of the weekend.”
“Oh, please. There’s nothing to be sorry for.” Cricket did a quick survey of the place and thought she recognized a woman in an absurdly short skirt downing shots at the bar. “Could just be me, but I have a feeling we’re going to be pretty sick of some of these people by Sunday.”
“It’s not just you.” Ginny’s smile softened the worry lines between her brows. “Does everyone drink so much at reunions?”
“Beats me. I’ve never been... You must’ve come to the ten-year. It was at the hotel, wasn’t it?”
“I’d planned on it but Tilda was sick and I didn’t want to leave her alone.”
“Isn’t your dad—?”
“Tilda and I are living in the family home. He’s still in his apartment in Providence.” Ginny shrugged. “It’s for the best. He’ll never accept Tilda or forgive me for not wanting to spend my life playing a piano.”
“It must hurt, though.”
“No, actually, I’ve let it go. I don’t think he ever recovered from my mom’s death, and he never will. It’s sad, and if I thought I could help him I would. But honestly, I think there’s a part of him that blames me. After all, she died giving me life.”
“Of course he doesn’t blame you.” Cricket knew Ginny’s dad. Robert Landry was a well-known attorney, and not just in Rhode Island. “That’s completely irrational.”
“Oh, and you have two perfectly rational parents?”
Cricket let out a strangled laugh. “Good point.” She reached for a glass that wasn’t there. “Did anyone ask if you wanted a drink yet?”
“They probably figured we’ve had our limit.”
“Probably.” She leaned to the side, scanning the room for a waitress. And found someone so much better. “Oh, hello. Did you see the bartender? Nice. Despite the fact he looks as if he just rolled out of bed.”
Ginny looked over her shoulder. “Despite? I think he looks yummy just as he is. I wonder if he’s the owner.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I’m guessing he’s midthirties? Most of the employees are barely legal drinking age.”
“True. He’s not messing around, either. He’s really whipping out those drinks.” She liked his lean, athletic build, the broad shoulders that filled out his wrinkled T-shirt. Even from clear across the room she could see the play of muscles across his back as he turned and grabbed a bottle off the shelf.
He startled her by swinging a sudden look in her direction. “Sorry,” he called out. “Be right with you.”
Cricket felt the heat surge up her throat to her face. How had he known she was—?
“Was he talking to you?” Ginny asked, turning her head for another peek at him.
“I guess so. Was I that obvious?”
“He probably thinks you’re impatient for a drink.”
Cricket could only hope. “Tell me what you wanted to talk about,” she said, giving her complete attention to her friend.
“Actually, I need your advice on something.”
“As an attorney or a friend?”
Ginny looked surprised, and Cricket couldn’t explain what prompted her to make the distinction. “Both I hope.”
“Okay, I’ll be happy to do what I can.”
“It’s about Tilda. Or more to the point, about her father.”
“Wait. Is this a custody issue?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe.” Ginny sighed. “I really don’t know.”
Cricket drew in a deep breath and leaned forward. “First off,” she said, “you should know that family law isn’t in my wheelhouse. But that doesn’t mean I can’t help in some way. Even if it turns out I recommend someone good for you to contact.”
Ginny nodded. “I understand.”
“Has Tilda’s father been in her life at all?”
“No.”
“Did you name him on the birth certificate?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Does he even know she exists?”
“Not really.”
Cricket leaned back and smiled. “You’re going to have to tell me a bit more about what’s going on. Does Tilda want to search for him? Is that what’s bringing all this up?”
“No, but I expect she will soon.” Ginny shrugged. “If for no other reason than she’s getting to be at that age, you know?”
“How old is she now?”
“Fourteen. I have pictures if you want to see them later,” Ginny said, grinning proudly.
“Your daughter’s a teenager? How is that even possible?”
Ginny chuckled. “You never were very good at math.”
“All right, come on, let’s see the pictures.” Cricket thought back to her first visit home after graduating from college. She’d run into Ginny at the local supermarket. It had startled her to discover Ginny had a kid, which certainly explained why she’d left Julliard. All Cricket had been able to think was how horrible it must be for her. Her friend had shown so much promise. And Ginny was a smart girl, it seemed
