Everything changed.
Mr. Holloway managed Ryan’s department and would oversee the move into the new job.
Ryan had talked about winning his favor. I hadn’t known he was applying to stay ashore.
“You wanted me home, babe. Now you’ve got me.”
Months ago, that news would have made me happy.
Now, it was the worst thing that could’ve happened.
“No more months away.”
“I invited Holloway to dinner Friday,” Ryan added. “To thank him. Cook something nice.”
I forced a smile.
Thursday morning, I was dressed for my meeting when Ryan came downstairs jingling his keys.
“I’ve got to run some stuff for the new job. You’ll have to move your meeting.”
“You said you’d watch them.”
“Cook something nice.”
“This promotion matters to everybody. You should be supporting me.”
He left before I could answer.
I called Gerald.
I didn’t expect sympathy anymore. But perhaps he would spare two hours for his granddaughters.
