Julia spreads out her towel on the chair beside me and chugs half of her wine. “I want to hear more about this, Claire.”

“Why, are we fourteen?” I ask. “There’s nothing to tell. I’m sure he knows I’m married.” I hold up my left hand. “I’m wearing a ring. He didn’t do or say anything weird. He’s just a nice guy.”

Thankfully, they drop it. What I don’t tell the girls is how much I’ve enjoyed talking to Daniel. How easy I find it. I don’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing, the way I do with Chris.

Elisa settles in on my other side. She takes a drink of her tea and asks, “Can you watch Travis for a couple hours tonight?”

“Sure. Send him over,” I say. “We don’t have any plans. Do you and Skip have a hot date?”

“No. We’re taking a class tonight.”

“Couple’s massage?” Julia asks, laughing.

“Maybe Elisa has finally convinced Skip to learn line dancing,” Bridget says.

“No,” Elisa says. “It’s none of those.” She pulls a pair of sunglasses out of her tote bag. “It’s to learn more about getting certified to foster a child.”

I sit up. “Elisa. That’s wonderful.” I lean over and give her a hug. “Are you and Skip thinking of becoming foster parents?”

“Maybe,” she says. “There are so many kids who need good homes. A loving and stable environment. We’re still trying to get pregnant, but I’m starting to think that it’s not in the cards for us. When I mentioned it to Skip I had no idea what he’d say, but he was really supportive. I was worried about Travis, because he’s used to having us all to himself, but he said he always wished he had a brother or sister. We’ll see what happens. Tonight is just to learn more.”

I reach out and squeeze her hand. “You and Skip would be fantastic foster parents.” Bridget and Julia echo my sentiments.

“Thanks,” she says. “We’d try very hard to do our best. I know it won’t be easy.”

“Keep us posted,” I say. “I really hope it works out.”

“Thanks, Claire.”

“Who needs a refill?” Julia asks.

“I’m good,” Bridget says. “I have half a beer left.”

Elisa and I are still working on the pitcher of iced tea, so Julia takes her empty glass into the house and emerges with a refill. At noon, the kids take a break for lunch. We make them get out of the pool while we’re inside Julia’s kitchen making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Julia drops the jar of grape jelly on her ceramic tile floor and it explodes upon impact, making one hell of a mess. It doesn’t seem to faze her, and Bridget grabs a dishcloth and helps her clean it up.

“Do you have any fruit?” I ask.

“There are apples in the fridge,” Julia says. When I grab the apples I notice that the jug of wine on the top shelf, the one that’s equal to two normal-size bottles, is halfway gone. Maybe it was already open when we arrived. Because if it was a brand-new bottle and she polishes it off, she is going to be smashed. I shut the door, wash the apples, and slice them for the kids.

It turns out I was wrong. At a little after three thirty, Julia bypasses smashed and goes straight to passed out. Her five-year-old daughter, Hillary, tries to rouse her. “Mommy. Mommy, I’m thirsty.”

I look over at Julia’s chair and I’m alarmed to see that she isn’t moving.

Julia’s three-year-old daughter, Beth, walks toward her sister and says, “Is Mommy sleeping?”

Elisa and I jump out of our chairs, and Bridget tells the girls to come inside. “I’ll get you a drink,” she says.

Elisa gently shakes Julia, but she’s out. My heart pounds when I think about Julia passing out when she’s home alone with the girls. Maybe while they’re in the pool.

“Do you think she’s just normal passed out, or the kind of passed out where we should be worried?” I whisper.

“Why are you whispering?” Elisa asks.

“I have no idea,” I say. “Maybe we should call Justin. Ask him to come home.”

“I agree,” she says.

“Mom?” Travis says. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Why don’t you all go inside and tell Bridget you need a snack,” Elisa says.

After they go in I ask Elisa if she knows Justin’s number.

“No,” she says. “But Skip does. He calls him sometimes to play golf.” Elisa calls Skip, explains the situation, and I program the number into my phone when Elisa repeats it out loud. I hit the button to call Justin and get his voice mail.

“Justin, it’s Claire. Um, Julia’s had a lot to drink. I think you better come home.” I disconnect and look down at Julia, shaking my head. I’d like to think that she was just excited about the beautiful day and the pool being done and all of us being here. But who knows what’s going on inside her head.

Justin arrives twenty minutes later, red-faced and clenching his teeth so hard I instinctively move out of his way. I’ve never seen him so angry before. “Julia,” he says. He shakes her shoulder, and he isn’t all that gentle about it. “Julia!” He runs his fingers through his hair and exhales loudly. She remains as still as a statue, albeit one who is in a reclining position.

“I can take the girls home with me,” I say.

“That’s okay,” he says. “I’ll take them inside and give them a bath. They can watch some TV after. They’ve probably had enough sun today.” He glances down at Julia. “She can sleep it off out here for a while.”

Elisa and I gather up our things and collect the kids’ towels and pool toys.

“Did you see her eat anything today?” Justin asks before we go.

Actually, now that I think about it, she didn’t. We made turkey sandwiches for ourselves but Julia said she wasn’t hungry. “No,” I say. “I don’t think she did.” She drank instead.

“I’ll go inside and get the kids,” Elisa says. “We’ll go out the front door and take the sidewalk home.”

“I’m right behind you,” I say. I turn back toward Justin.

“Thanks for calling me,” he says.

“Sure.” I hesitate but then I say, “Have you talked to her about it? The drinking?”

“Yes. She knows how I feel.”

I think Julia knowing how Justin feels and him doing something to help her are two totally different things, but maybe now is not the time to push. He looks spent, miserable. “Take care,” I say.

He musters a weak smile. “I will.”

The last thing I see when I look back on my way out is Justin rolling Julia onto her side so she won’t choke in case she vomits.

At home, I tell the kids to take a shower. My cell phone rings, but I don’t recognize the number. I punch the button to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hi, Claire? It’s Daniel Rush.” His voice sounds warm and friendly on the phone.

“Hi. How are you?”

“Fine, thanks. I just wanted to let you know the logo design job is yours if you want it.”

“Really? That’s great. I’m sure your recommendation helped.”

“Actually, we didn’t have very many applicants. It wasn’t widely advertised and it’s a pretty small job. But I still put in a good word for you,” he quickly adds.

“I’ll mock up a few designs. It shouldn’t take me long. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”

“Keep track of how many hours you spend on it and I’ll make sure you get paid.”

“I will. Thanks.”

“Talk to you soon,” he says.

“Okay. Bye, Daniel.” When I hang up I add his name and number to the contacts in my phone, feeling a bit guilty at how happy it makes me feel.

19

claire

Bridget’s husband, Sam, hits the literal jackpot shortly before the start of the new school year. A spontaneous decision to drop a quarter in a slot machine on his way out of the casino resulted in triple 7s and a seventy-five-thousand-dollar payout. This is the kind of thing that could happen only to Sam.