startled , i relied ," you won't ."
"if i do , will you insist that i have 'mother' somewhere on the tombstone ?" paige laughed as she spoke , but it was not a happy sound .
don't you mean ' wife and mother '?"
she shook her head , and there was the suggestion of new flesh settling under her chin ." sort of excessive , don't you think ?"
" paige , what 's going on ? in my book , paige and martin were a happy couple . they represented all that was stalwart in the tough battle to preserve family values . all of a sudden , i had a disconcerting flash that i had beeen looking at the wrong picture .
"nothing , sweetie . nothing at all . husbands are tiring , that's all ." there were a pause ." hey . did i tell you about lara ? i've got her into partinggrons , the ballet school . lara's been aching to go and the list was this long ..." paige sketched a gesture that fishermen frenquently employ when discussing their catches ." anyway , i collared nmary streatham at the book club . she's a board member . and we understand each other , and she said she would see what she should do . no favors , , mind , but ... and no favors , mind ...apparently a donation to the new studio fund would not go unnoticed . martin isn't so pleased with his bit ."
i snorted ." i smell a similarity to nathan 's taking paper suppliers to paris for a long weekend for a cultural adventure ."
" whatever you say ." you could cut paige's smugness with a knife .
back at paige's kitchen - complete with a pink aga and copper battleie de cuisine - i unpacked and hid various packages while paige instructed me from a chair into which she had lowered herself with a groan .
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