[Doubt floods her; their marriage was short, but their courtship was long, stretched out so much that they were talking about houses together long before anyone else could even guess they were together. The Jimmy she knows –– knew, she reminds herself –– wouldn't just turn a blind eye to her whereabouts, even if this meeting was a chance encounter.
She looks at her coffee momentarily, a long breath slipping from her.
no subject
She looks at her coffee momentarily, a long breath slipping from her.
Steady.]
So why talk now?
["Have a nice life" still rings in her ears.]