Amy nods. Why is it fine for a man to sit at a bar alone but nothing short of pathetic for a woman? “JP is having dinner tonight with Savannah.”
“Ah,” Dennis says. “That must be tough on you.”
“It is,” Amy says, blinking against tears. Why is Dennis Letty the only person who has considered her feelings? She raises her bottle to Dennis’s blue can and they both drink.
“I’ll watch your seat,” Dennis says. “Why don’t you go clean up your leg and then we can dance.”
Dance with Dennis? Amy thinks. One part of her rebels against hooking up with another man that Vivi got to first. The other part says, Couldn’t hurt, sounds like fun.
“Okay,” she says. “Be right back.”
Vivi
When Vivi swoops down to check on Savannah, her BFF, the godmother of her children, the person whose advice and guidance she held above all others, she finds her in the kitchen of Entre Nous being rocked back and forth in a man’s arms.
Aha! Vivi thinks. Who have we here?
Then she sees it’s JP.
Plot twist! Vivi thinks. Savannah and JP hate each other. For the sixteen years that Vivi and JP were married, Vivi felt like the baby pulled between her mother and father in that grisly Raymond Carver story. JP felt threatened by Savannah for reasons Vivi could never quite understand （he probably sensed that Vivi’s loyalty to Savannah was stronger than her loyalty to him）。 Savannah, meanwhile, never thought JP was good enough. “He’s damaged,” Savannah used to say. “He never knew his father and he has an unhealthy relationship with his mother.”
JP is running his hand up and down Savannah’s back in a way that seems meant to be comforting. Savannah’s breath is shuddering; she must have just finished a good cry. She lifts her face to JP’s. Their mouths are inches apart. Their eyes lock.
Kiss her! Vivi thinks.
Or will that be weird?
Well, it will be no weirder than Vivi’s novel The Angle of Light, about two characters who found each other after their respective spouses died. JP and Savannah have lost the same person—her!—so their bond would be even stronger. They don’t have to fight over Vivi’s attention anymore; there’s nothing coming between them.
Literally nothing. They’re hip to hip.
Kiss her! Vivi thinks again.
JP says, “Are you going to be okay? I should probably go home.”
Savannah seems to snap back to her pragmatic self. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry I got so emotional. It’s just…you’re the only person who gets it.”
“I know,” JP says. He wipes a tear from Savannah’s cheek. “Let’s do this again next week. And actually eat something.”
Savannah laughs. “How about a week from today? Friday-Night Sad-Sack Supper Club.”
“You got it.” JP releases Savannah and takes a step back.
“How is everything with Amy?” Savannah asks.
“Confusing,” JP says. He sighs. “I’m going to end things. Ask her to move out.”
“Whoa,” Savannah says.
Whoa! Vivi thinks.
“Amy was a mistake,” JP says.
“A ten-year mistake?” Savannah says. “Come on, JP. You must have feelings for her.”
“I did,” JP says. “Or I thought I did. When I met her, she was young, pretty, sweet, earnest, adoring. I was dazzled by the way she saw me. She made me feel important, and Vivi made me feel like a loser. So I started things with Amy because I wanted to feel good all the time. And I did, for years—but there were problems too. She drove a wedge between me and the kids.”
Yes, Vivi thinks. So much time has passed that Vivi has let go of most of her resentment toward Amy. Amy was young and impressionable that first summer when she worked for JP, and he took advantage of her. She’s invested ten years in him without any promise of a commitment. Surely she wants a ring? But she’s settled for nothing, and now JP is tossing her out.
“She was always jealous of Vivi. She was so busy being jealous of Vivi that she never fully became her own person. Back in September, I bought her an engagement ring, but every time I looked at it, I panicked, so I returned it to the jeweler in Boston. I’ve lost whatever feelings I had for Amy, something I’ve willfully ignored for the past year or two, but now that Vivi’s gone, I need to be honest with myself. I don’t want to spend the rest of my days with Amy Van Pelt.”
“What did she think about you coming over here?” Savannah asks. “She couldn’t have been too happy.”