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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO. After the long three-day weekend, Jill was in more of a hurry than usual to get to the cottage






After the long three-day weekend, Jill was in more of a hurry than usual to get to the cottage. She closed the gate behind her as she drove down the driveway, glad she'd worn a sleeveless blouse with her slacks today. It was sunny and hot but even then, she'd prefer to have lunch in the shade of the garden rather than inside.

But Carrie was nowhere to be found when she got out. She looked down to the pier but it was empty. So was the tiny table they'd placed under the trees by the flower garden.

She knocked once on the sun porch door then went inside. The interior door to the cottage was closed and she assumed Carrie had the air conditioning on today.

" Carrie? " she called as she stuck her head inside.

" Here."

Carrie was sitting in the dark, her head leaned back on the loveseat.

" What's wrong? " Jill asked, walking closer and rubbing her shoulder.

" I'm all right."

But when she looked at Jill, her eyes were filled with pain.

" Are you feeling ill? "

Carrie closed her eyes. " I've had this damn migraine all weekend. Nothing I take seems to help."

Jill sat down beside her, touching her face. " You feel warm. Do you think you have a fever? "

Carrie took her hand and squeezed and pulled it to her. " I'll be fine now that you're here."

" Well, I don't have a lot of experience with migraines but I do know you're supposed to be in a dark, quiet room." She stood, pulling Carrie up. " Come on. Lie down in the bedroom. I'll make a cold compress for your head."

" Will you stay with me? "

" Of course. Come on."

Jill pulled the covers back and helped Carrie remove the shorts she was struggling with. After closing all the blinds, she untied the drapes, letting them fall to keep out even more light. Then she soaked two hand towels in cold water. One, she put in the freezer for future use, the other, she placed across Carrie's forehead.

" That feels good, " Carrie murmured.

Jill crawled in beside her, sitting up against the pillows and lightly rubbing Carrie's head. She smiled as Carrie moaned and continued her ministrations, pressing harder around Carrie's temples, trying to ease her pain.

" You know, you've been complaining of headaches a lot lately, " Jill commented. " Is that unusual for you? "

Carrie opened her eyes briefly then shut them again. " Just allergies, " she said. " Some years are worse than others."

Jill leaned down and kissed the top of her head, then settled back against the pillows again, her fingers continuing to massage Carrie's scalp. Before long, Carrie's even breathing signaled that she had fallen asleep. Jill watched her, noting the frown that marred her features, even in sleep.

Finally, as the clock ticked nearer to two, Jill eased out of bed. In the kitchen, she got the cold compress out of the freezer and returned to the bedroom. Carrie had shifted, rolling to her side as if searching for Jill. She took the wet cloth from her head, replacing it with the one from the freezer. Carrie moaned once but didn't wake. Jill kissed her lightly on the cheek then moved away. As an afterthought, she took Carrie's cell phone from her purse and turned it on, then placed it beside the bed. She would call her later, just to make sure she didn't sleep the afternoon away.

" I love you, " she whispered as she kissed her cheek one last time before leaving.

But she didn't even make it back to the office before her own cell rang.

" I woke up and you were gone."

" I was hoping to sneak away quietly so you could sleep longer, " she said.

Carrie chuckled. " Who could sleep with an ice cube on their head? But I feel better. I guess your cold compress helped."

" Good."

" I'm sorry I messed up our lunch."

" You didn't mess it up. We were together."

Carrie paused. " How was the party? "

" Oh, it was... it was tolerable. No, that's not even the right word. I survived it, I guess I should say. But I almost felt like I wasn't really there, you know? Like my body was there but I wasn't. Like I no longer belonged there."

" Is that how you feel? Like you don't belong there? "

" Yes, that's how I feel." She cleared her throat, thinking this conversation should be had in person and not over the phone but she didn't want to wait any longer. " Carrie, I'm going to file for divorce."

Carrie was silent for only a moment before Jill heard her take a deep breath. " Jill, I want us to be together. If you're serious about doing that, then I want us to be together."

Jill slowed as she turned into the parking lot. She stopped and turned off the car, her hand gripping the phone tightly.

" Are you sure? " she asked.

" Yes. I'm prepared for whatever fallout there may be. I'm not concerned about James, just my boys. But sweetheart, are you prepared? Have you really thought all this out? Angie? Your family? "

" I can't go on like this, Carrie. I just can't."

" Okay. Okay." She sighed and Jill thought she heard the tiniest of moans.

" Headache back? "

" Yeah. We'll talk about this tomorrow. I think I'm just going to lie down for a little longer."

" Good. Do you want me to give you a wake-up call later? "

" That'd be nice. I love you, Jill, " she murmured before disconnecting.

 






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