Page 112 of Someone to Remember
“Quit your laughing and start spilling the deets, woman.”
I decide to have a little fun with her, since fun has been in short supply around here lately. “It’s someone you know.”
“Do I need to come over there and beat this out of you?”
“As if you could.”
“I could so kick your ass, but I’d never do that to a single mom.”
“Whatever you say, killer.”
“Who’s the guy?”
“Brad Albright.”
“The paramedic whose wife was also killed by the fentanyl?”
I hold the phone away from my ear. “Must you screech?”
“I’m not screeching, but holy shitballs, Ang. How long has this been going on?”
“We’ve been friends since you introduced us. We’re going out by ourselves for the first time tonight.”
“This ishuge. He’s a great guy, and he totally gets what you’ve been through.”
“Yes, he does, and he has a lot of the same feelings about it that I do.”
“I love this for you. As I recall, he’s also very handsome.”
“I guess. I haven’t noticed.”
“Stop, you’re not that widowed.”
I laugh hard at how she says that. “Relax, will you? It’s just dinner. Don’t make it into a federal case.”
“Too late. Everything’s federal at the White House.”
I’ve forgotten how amazing it is to laugh at stupid shit. It’s been a minute since that happened as easily as it has lately. “Well played, FLOTUS.”
“It’s gotta be good for something. Most important question of all—does Tracy know about this?”
“Maybe?”
“No way! That’s so unfair. Why does she get to know things before me?”
“Because she babysits for me on the regular.”
“I would, too, if it means having the inside scoop.”
“That’s the only reason?”
“Well, of course I enjoy every second with my niece and nephews, too.”
“Of course.”
“I’d love to babysit for you any time so you can get your groove on with that sexy firefighter.”
“Too soon, Sam. Much too soon.”
