Goodbye, Mr. Regret

The Lawsons had completely fallen out with the Howards.

Now that Sheila was back, it suggested the tension had eased—at least a little.

Given how close he was with Sheila, he'd never embarrass Timothy in public by making a scene.

Yates, on the other hand, fixed Timothy with a thoughtful stare. "Sheila's got a point. No woman could put up with that much for so long. Why don't you bring her over and introduce us? She deserves at least that much."

"There's nothing to explain."

Timothy picked up his glass, taking a long, punishing swallow of whiskey.

Jessica, that woman just couldn't behave.

He'd handled everything for her, made it all so easy. All she had to do was send him a single message, and he'd let bygones be bygones, bring her home.

But of course.

She just had to ruin his mood.

Still, if she came to him now, made the first move, maybe just maybe he'd forgive her this once.

Sheila noticed Jessica was gone. Rising from her seat, she put on a show of mock annoyance. "Timothy, you- What am I supposed to do with you? Oh, forget it. If you won't go get her, I'll do it myself."

Sheila glanced in the direction where Jessica had been only moments ago.

Where did

that familiar figure had vanished, and

line formed on

Sheila back down into her seat. "If Timothy can't be

Timothy didn't

still looked

enough with the 'but.' Have some

a plastic fork and handed it to

Jessica anyway, so she accepted

out his nearly spent cigarette in

an odd tension seemed to settle over

raised his glass, nodding at Yates

do you think Timothy will actually get

arched an eyebrow. "Hard to

seven years

shot Sheila a knowing look. "What about

pink. "How should

restroom, Timothy made a

at the Red House. Come inside and find out what she's

without waiting

kind of