Then I thought about the jar, the shelf, the lightbulbs, and every helpless little emergency she’d invented to borrow my husband.
An idea clicked into place.
“Actually,” I said, “I think you should.”
Irvin stared at me. “Why?”
“I’m not going.”
“Trust me.”
He studied my face for a moment, then slowly smiled. “Should I be worried?”
“Not about me.”
***
The next afternoon, he went to Vanessa’s barbecue alone.
I waited half an hour.
Then I walked next door uninvited, carrying a large gift box in both arms.
“Should I be worried?”
Vanessa’s yard was crowded with neighbors holding paper plates and plastic cups.
Conversations slowed as I came through the gate. Irvin saw me first and had to hide a smile.
Vanessa didn’t bother hiding anything.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I brought the hostess a gift.” I set the box on the patio table in front of her. “Go ahead. Open it.”
Vanessa didn’t bother hiding anything.
Half the neighborhood was watching by then.
Vanessa lifted the lid.
