“Does he show up some places more than others?” Sunny said.
“No,” Jenn said. “I never know.”
As they walked, Sunny watched the men they passed. A number of them looked at Jenn, and some of them looked at her. It meant little. Jenn was recognizable, and both of them looked good enough for men to glance at them anyway. In the Parker House they sat at a window in the restaurant. When they had ordered, Jenn leaned forward.
“We need to talk about Jesse and us,” Jenn said. Sunny nodded.
“Do you love Jesse?” Jenn said.
Sunny sat back in her chair with her hands in her lap. She was quiet for a little while. Jenn waited, still leaning forward.
“When I’m with him,” Sunny said.
“And when you’re not?”
“I don’t miss him as much as I would expect to.”
“How much would you expect to?” Jenn said.
“As much, I guess, as I miss my ex-husband,” Sunny said.
“Do you see him much?” Jenn said.
“He’s remarried.”
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“Doesn’t mean you can’t see him,” Jenn said.
“We share a dog,” Sunny said. “I see him when he picks her up or drops her off.”
“Why did you get divorced?” Jenn said.
“I’m not sure, I’m working on it.”
“No, I meant your idea or his?” Jenn said.
“I guess it was mine.”
Through the window Sunny could see a man standing outside King’s Chapel with his hands in his pockets. He was looking toward the hotel. Sunny didn’t know if he could see them through the window. It depended on how the glass was reflecting.
“Could that be our stalker?” she said to Jenn.
Jenn flinched momentarily, then turned to look at the man.
“No,” she said, “that’s not him.”
“You’re sure?” Sunny said.
Jenn nodded slowly.
“If it was him, I’d have that awful feeling.”
The waitress brought their salads. Jenn picked up a scrap of red lettuce from hers and ate it.
“I guess it was my idea, too,” Jenn said.
