“I thought you only had a three bedroom house.”

“I do,” she tells Elena, taken aback, “but how do you know that?”

“You wrote it, once. That you wished you had a guest room for when your in-laws come to stay, and then Meredith told you not to worry because you’d have an empty nest with plenty of room before you knew it.”

Landry plays back the vague memory of that online conversation, remembering, with a pang, that Meredith warned her not to wish away a moment of these precious years with her children under her roof.

Next thing you know,BamaBelle, you’ll be rocking a little baby who looks so familiar you’ll think it’s your own . . . and then you’ll remember that it’s your son or daughter’s child, and you’re the grandma.

Hey! I’m too young to be a grandma!

I thought I was, too, and the next thing I knew, I had a whole new batch of stinkerdoodles running around my house. Just you wait. It’ll happen so fast you won’t know what hit you!

Landry swallows a lump in her throat and tries to tune back into what Elena is saying.

“We can always stay in a hotel if we come visit. Are there any nearby?”

“There’s the Grand.”

“The one where you and Rob were married?” Kay asks, and adds, seeing the surprised look on Landry’s face, “You blogged about that once.”

“I did? Your memory is a lot better than mine. Yes, that’s the place. But it’s a resort, and it’s expensive at this time of year. Listen, I might not have plenty of room but I do have enough. Stay with me. This can be our girls’ getaway.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Elena says with a grin.

“I’m trying to tempt you. Have you ever been to Alabama? We have it all: beautiful beaches, history, great food . . .”

“I’ve never been anywhere down South except Disney World, and believe me, the last thing I want on vacation is to be surrounded by a gazillion little kids.”

“Well, I only have two, and they’re quiet, and hardly ever home anyway. So if you come see me, I won’t have to be lonely while Rob’s away.”

Not to mention scared. She wouldn’t admit it to Rob, because he’d promptly cancel his trip, but she’s not particularly anxious at the thought of being alone overnight in the house after what happened to Meredith. Well, alone with the kids.

Good old strength training aside, she can’t help worrying that she might have slipped online about Rob’s golf weekend after all. If not this year, then maybe in the past—it’s an annual Father’s Day event.

Combing her archives using search terms didn’t turn up any evidence that she’d ever mentioned it, and she knows paranoia is probably getting the better of her, but still . . .

She forgot she’d ever posted about having only three bedrooms, and about the Grand Hotel . . . who knows what else she’s written and forgotten?

“If you’re serious about that,” Elena says thoughtfully, “I might be into it. When would it be, exactly?”

Landry notices that Kay sits quietly listening as they discuss the details.

“So you’ll come?”

“I’ll come,” Elena says. “What do you say, Kay?”

“You said you’ve never been south of the Mason-Dixon line,” Landry reminds her. “It would be nice to have some fun together after this sad weekend, wouldn’t it?”

She smiles. “It would. It would be great.”

“Great. And we can invite Jaycee, too,” Elena decides, as Landry is distracted by several new customers walking in, all wearing dark, formal clothing. Are they coming from the funeral service, too? It seems as though the whole town turned out for Meredith.

“So what did you think of Meredith’s family?” she asks the others.

Kay clears her throat. “They were just like she described them, don’t you think? The daughter, and the sons . . .”

“That poem her daughter read was beautiful.” That comes from Elena.

“It was,” Landry agrees. “It had to be really hard for her to get up there and do that.”

“She was amazing. Meredith would have been so proud.” After a moment’s reflection, Elena adds, “But I didn’t like her husband at all.”

“Why not?” Kay asks in surprise. “The poor man just lost his wife. I’m sure under other circumstances he would have been—”

“No, not Meredith’s husband. The daughter’s husband.”

“Oh! What was his name again? Keith?”

“Right. Keith. That was it.”

“What didn’t you like about him?” Landry asks. Her own contact with the man was limited to a brief handshake after being introduced.

But now that the subject has come up, she decides there really was something off-putting about him.

“He just seemed aloof,” Elena says with a shrug.

“You shouldn’t judge people under those circumstances, though,” Kay speaks up again. “They were all hurting. Can you imagine what they’ve been through?”

“I can,” Elena says, “but everyone goes through rough times. That doesn’t change the fact that some guys are jackasses under any circumstances.”

Her words land like a brick tossed onto the table.

Kay’s bushy eyebrows rise above the rims of her glasses.

“Something tells me we’re not just talking about Meredith’s son-in-law anymore,” Landry tells Elena. “Who’s the jackass in your life?”

“Harsh language for a sweet southern belle like you,” Elena fake-chides her.

“I’m just quoting you, my dear.”

“The jackass’s name is Tony, and I can’t believe I’m even bringing it up . . .”

“Why?”

“Because I promised myself that I wasn’t going to think about him at all while I was here. And I definitely wasn’t planning to talk about him.”

“It might make you feel better.”

Elena shakes her head. “Probably worse.”

“What happened?” Kay asks her.

“With Tony? One night stand. Last night. Ever have one?” Elena’s expression makes it clear she already knows the answer to what she just asked Kay: no one night stands there. Certainly not recently; probably not ever.

Kay shakes her head and looks down at her teacup.

Elena looks at Landry. “You?”

“A million years ago,” she confesses, remembering. It isn’t pleasant. “I was in college.”

“Really? That was the last time?”

“I’ve been married forever, Elena.”

“Oh. Right. I forgot.”

“So what happened?” Landry asks. “Last night, I mean.”

“Basically—wine. Wine happened. Does that explain it?”

It might have, years ago. In college. Wine, beer, potent spiked punch at a fraternity party . . .

But Elena is a grown woman. Does she have a drinking problem?

Reminding herself not to jump to conclusions, Landry asks, “So you had too much wine, and you didn’t know what you were doing? Is that it?”

“Pretty much. It’s been such a stressful week, between issues with the kids in my class, and Meredith, and . . . well, you know. Bad week. Crazy time of year. We had this school function last night, and we were both there—”

“You and the jackass?” Landry cuts in with a wry smile that is returned.

“Right. He teaches P.E. at my school, and—well, I did go out with him once, last year. It’s funny—I told Meredith about it because I was psyched about the date before it happened. And I promised to let her know how it went, and she was waiting and expecting to hear that he was the love of my life, but . . .”

“No?”

“No way. One date was enough to convince me that I can’t stand him—and it took him forever to get the message even though I felt like it was loud and clear. But apparently I somehow forgot all that last night, and . . . now he’s kind of . . . stalking me.”

“Stalking you?”

Seeing the alarmed look on Landry’s face, Elena backtracks quickly: “I probably shouldn’t say ‘stalking.’ That’s a little extreme. But he’s just . . . this is how it was after we went out. He’s really persistent and oblivious that I’m . . .”

“Just not that into him?” Landry supplies.

“Not into him at all! But somehow he must think I want to hear from him, and he’s been trying to get ahold of me ever since I got here. Before I left this morning he said he wanted to pick me up from the airport tomorrow and I said no, and then he wanted to come here with me, and of course I said no to that, too. I don’t want him here. I don’t want him there. He makes my skin crawl. Did you ever have someone who just—” She breaks off with a shudder.