“Oh,” Rachel said, stopping short in the doorway. “I didn’t realize this was going to be a group conversation.”
“Sit,” Margaret said simply, and, to my mild surprise, they both did.
Tyler cleared his throat three separate times before any actual words came out of it. “Deb, I never wanted things to happen this particular way. But Rachel and I, we have to think about the baby now. And the house, it just makes more sense for us to.”
“To what,” I asked.
“To stay here,” Rachel cut in smoothly. “You could find something smaller easily enough. Honestly, for the baby’s sake, I think you should try to be reasonable about this.”
I watched her face carefully while she spoke. There was no shame anywhere in it, only a flicker of impatience, as though I were simply a slow moving clerk holding up her line at the grocery store.
