There was not much he could say because talking about it would not make it better or ease the ache. Yet sitting in silence and drinking wine with a friend that understood?
That helped.
Even if she was a little heavier than normal.
"I suppose," he said conversationally, "that this means it's going to be Leila around here more than Townhome now." Jeremiah looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "... but Eve is still my first and true wife, so don't get your hopes up."
Yet it was still there, all the same, that there had been some vulnerabilities shown to each other today that had pushed them deep into the friendship.
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