Jane thought quickly. “Oh, he does. Peter and I are just friends.”
Chrissy raised an eyebrow to show what she thought of that after what she’d just seen, then appeared to drop the matter. She took Jane by the elbow and pulled her into a corner where they wouldn’t be as noticeable.
She looked around to make sure they weren’t being observed, then opened her purse and pulled out the blue sleep-mask. She hoped that it would be Peter who answered, so she wouldn’t have to talk to his father. So when the voice that answered turned out to be female, she was disconcerted. His mother wasn’t there anymore, she knew, and he didn’t have any sisters, so who could this be? Still, she asked for Peter, and was told to, “Hang on a sec.”
Then she heard the same voice calling out, “Peter…phone!” and Peter’s voice, very distant, replying, “I’ll take it up here,” then the clack of the extension being picked up.
Peter called out, “Okay,” his voice much closer now, and waited until the other person had hung
