"Then come hungry," she said.
And she hung up.
The call ended, but the chill in her car lingered like frost on glass. Her fingers returned to drumming the wheel. Not in boredom, no, but in tempo. She was schooling herself to be patient.
…
"You're going to her?" Linda asked in shock, pulling herself to a sitting position, her dress falling over her shoulder as she pulled it back on. Her voice cracked at the edges, too soft to be a scream, too sharp to be a whisper.
They had something planned. He was supposed to take her to the apartment he said he'd gotten for her –after the lunch with his mother.
But after what happened at the restaurant, with his mother lashing out at both of them and hinting that Anita might be suspecting him of cheating with Linda, saying her hunch as a woman was rarely wrong, David grew cold.
