least, sheâd told the truth and accepted the consequences.
Megan picked up the phoneâand hesitated. She always tried to avoid bothering her sister at work. It was a small office and Angela was always on the go there. But hey, this was a special circumstance. She started to dialâand then thought of poor Carly.
Sitting in that big house all by herself. Who was Carly going to call at an awful time like this? For Megan, there was and always would be Angelaâs strong shoulder to cry on, Angela right there with her, to help her decide what to do next.
Who did Carly have? According to Greg, she was estranged from her family. And in the neighborhood, except with Megan, Gregâs ex-wife always tried to put on a brave face.
How bad off was Carly right now? Sheâd been in an emotional tailspin for months. Could the news Megan had just dumped on her be enough to put her over the edge in the most final kind of way?
Oh, no. Impossible. Carly wouldnâtâ¦
But then again, what if she did?
Oh, God. What if she did?
Someone, Megan realized, ought to check on Carly and make sure she was okay. Someone should hold her hand, provide a listening ear and a big box of tissues. Megan would do it, if she herself didnât happen to be the problem.
Yes, she was fully aware that Angela would advise her to leave it alone. And Angela would probably be right.
But Megan just couldnât let it be. She felt tooâ¦responsible.
So she started dialing. She began with sweet Mrs. Fulton across the street. Sylvia was the wise and understanding grandmotherly type, the perfect neighbor to come calling when a womanâs life and hopes and fading dreams came crashing down around her.
But Sylvia wasnât at home. Megan hung up without leaving a message. What could she say? Hi, Sylvia. When you get this message, could you go check on Carly and make sure sheâs not slitting her wrists or anything?
Uh-uh. Bad idea.
Marti Vincente, maybe? But again, no one answered. Marti and Ed were probably already at the restaurant for the day.
Next, Megan tried Jack Leverâs house in hopes that Zooey, the widowerâs live-in nanny, might be around to run over to Carlyâs. No answer at the Leversâ, either.
Who next? Irene Dare? Rhonda Johnson? God forbidâwait. What about Rebecca Peters?
Megan looked up the number and tried it. But Rebecca didnât pick up.
Molly Jackson? Molly was a total career person. Megan really didnât expect to catch her at home, but was just worried enough to give her a try.
And what do you know? After two rings, Molly answered, âHello?â Megan, who suddenly realized she had no idea where to begin, only gulped. And Molly demanded, âHello? Hello? Is anyone there?â
âUh. Hi, Molly. Itâs Megan. Megan Schumacher? Iâ¦well, I guess I didnât expect to get lucky and find you homeâ¦.â
Molly cleared her throat and replied just a tad defensively, âI was feeling a little under the weather this morning, thatâs all.â
Megan remembered the incident in the powder room during the block party last month. Wow. Did Molly have some awful disease or something? âOh, Iâm so sorry. I shouldnât have botheredââ
âItâs perfectly all right. Iâm much better now.â
âBut if youâre sickââ
âIâm not,â Molly said with finality. âAs a matter of fact, I was just thinking Iâd pull it together and go to work. And I will. Soon. But what can I do for you?â
âIâ¦have a big favor to ask of you.â
âWhatever I can do.â
âItâs aboutâ¦oh, I donât even know where to startâ¦.â
Molly laughed. âI have days like that. Way too many of them lately. Days like today, as a matter of factâ¦and come on. Hit me with it. As I said, Iâll do what I can.â
âThanks,â Megan said. âAhem. Well.