The Church Ladies by Lisa Samson

Author:Lisa Samson [Samson, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-78173-4
Publisher: The Crown Publishing Group
Published: 2011-03-23T04:00:00+00:00

I almost asked Duncan, “How long has it been since we’ve done this?” but successfully bit it back before it popped out. I seemed to have a more highly developed ability in the speech control department when eating at Josef’s French Country with Duncan than in driveways with Paisley. I wanted nothing to come out incriminating or house Frau-like. I wanted him to know I appreciated tonight because it hadn’t been a spontaneous measure on his part. It had been in the works for at least a week.

I knew this because he’d snuck his navy blue pinstripe to the A-1 Dry Cleaners, and the lady there had given me his order, too, when I went in to pick up the linens I’d dropped off just after Christmas. Thank God, and I literally meant that, I had enough foresight to fill the woman in on the situation, girl talk style, and told her to button her lip and save the suit for Duncan.

Josef’s is a compact, rustic little restaurant. Only about ten or twelve tables, prix fixe menu, and talk about desserts! Not only is their sugar content probably more than two back-to-back cans of Coca-Cola, but they’re so lacy and artistic, one almost hates to eat them. Almost.

Duncan sipped on his water. “I don’t know why we don’t do stuff like this more often.”

I successfully bit back the obvious retort. “I’m glad we’re here, though.”

It was a good moment for me, just then. Duncan looked so nice, his peppered, thinning hair combed perfectly and, now that it was warmer, his tanned neck contrasting with a beautiful blue, starched button-down. I adored button-downs, thought them sexy on the right guy.

I forcefully shoved Jody aside, but not before realizing a blue oxford button-down would have looked ludicrous on him. Wow, quite a revelation! I concentrated on my husband instead. “So tell me about your day, and by the way, the tie looks good.”

“Yeah.” He smiled and lifted the pointed end, examining the fine pattern on the ice green tie. “Fidge came through this year, didn’t she?”

I lifted my glass. “Here’s to my mother then.”

His brows lifted. “You must be in a good mood.”

“I am,” I confessed. “I really am.”

There must have been something to that St. John’s Wort thing after all. Maybe I should listen to Mother more often. Or maybe I’m not giving credit where it is due. Life’s loads had certainly become a little easier to bear since the Monday night prayer meetings had begun.

The sweet thing about Duncan is that he doesn’t take me to a nice restaurant to relay some important news, to soft sell some big change he wants to foist upon me. He takes me out to be with me, and he concentrates on me completely.

Unfortunately it only happens once or twice a year. But if it happened more often, I’d feel more guilty about The Masquerade, so maybe it is for the best. Maintenance is what it is, truth be told. Why do married couples

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