Page 65 of Truth or More Truth
Wendy nods.
I grab one of her hands in both of mine. “Please tell me you’re moving to Randall’s mom’s house earlier than planned, not thatyou’ve somehow gotten new jobs in another city and are leaving me.”
“Yes, we’re moving earlier because of the baby. If we waited until Sonya moves to college in August like we planned, we’d be cutting things too close with this little guy or gal.” She pats her stomach. “We figured we might as well move now and get the kitchen started and set up the nursery and everything. I can’t wait to start decorating!”
Randall and Ash’s dad passed away unexpectedly last year, and their mom considered selling their huge estate just off the lake up in Evanston, but the four kids talked her out of it. Randall and Wendy plan to move into one wing of the house and turn it into their own “apartment,” which is bigger than most people’s houses. When Ash and Leslie return from their honeymoon, they’ll be living in the pool house on the property. It won’t be big enough for an entire family, but they’re planning to wait a few years to start having kids, so it’ll work for now.
“I’m so excited for you guys.” I squeeze her hand.
“It’ll be a little farther drive for you to get to us from Wrigleyville,” she says, “but you’ll never have to look for a parking spot!”
I laugh. “So true. And you’ll have plenty of guest rooms if I want to stay over. Wait. You will, right? I know there’s a ton of rooms in that house, but with you guys there, and Sonya and Tonya still needing rooms when they’re home from college …”
She smiles. “We will. There’s plenty of space in the guest wing. Diego has already informed us he’s going to give up his suite at the Drake and will be taking over a few rooms when he’s in town during the season, but there will still be rooms left over.”
I chuckle. “That sounds exactly like Diego. Telling—not asking.”
“We don’t mind. Mama Ruth loves him like he’s her own child.” She gives me a sly look. “He also said he’s going to convince Bobby to stay there, too, when he’s in town.”
I groan. “I might have to avoid your house then, if things don’t workout with him.”
She gently pushes my shoulder. “It’ll either work out romance-wise, or you’ll stay friends. Stop your worrying.”
Brrrring!
Wendy reaches to the side table next to her and picks up the phone. “Hello?” Her eyes shoot to me. “Hi, Bobby. How’s everything going?”
I scoot closer to her to try and hear him, but she shoves me away.
“Mmhm.” Wendy nods, still holding me at arms’ length. She’s surprisingly strong for someone so small. As she listens to whatever Bobby’s saying, she responds with small noises or says vague phrases so I can’t tell what he’s talking about.
Finally, she says, “Thanks for letting us know. Randall’s not home, but I’ll fill him in. We’ll be thinking about you, and please let us know if there’s anything we can do.” She pauses. “You’re family, Bobby, and family helps out however they can. You know that better than most.” Her eyes dart to me and away again as Bobby says at least several sentences I can’t make out. “Yeah, I’ll tell her.”
Her?Who’s “her”? Me? I point to my chest, but Wendy won’t look directly at me.
“By the way,” she says, “do you have her phone number?”
Again I point to myself, and she answers by giving Bobby my number. I sigh in relief.
“OK, bye.” Wendy waves, as if Bobby can see her. “Talk to you soon.”
“What did he say?” I demand the second she hangs up the phone.
“He said to tell you he’s sorry he hasn’t called yet, but he’ll call you soon.” She smirks. “I told you so.”
I roll my eyes. “You did. What else did he say?”
“You know I can’t tell you that.”
“I had to try, though.”
The door opens and Randall walks in. “The food has arrived!” He holds up the bags and kicks the door shut with his foot.
“I told her,” Wendy tells him without explaining what she’s talking about.
“Oh, good. Because there was no way I was going to be able to keep our big secret through an entire evening. It was hard enough at the wedding, and I’ve hit my limit.” He’s beaming even more than Wendy, which I didn’t think was possible.
I push off the couch and throw my arms around him, bags and all. “I’m so happy for you guys!”
