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I grab the door handle but don’t open it. “You thought I’d be some slug? I’ve been opening doors for you all of my life. You weren’t even my girlfriend.”
“True, but you wanted me to be your girlfriend.” She bats her eyelashes.
“That does remind me, I think your coming out party is tonight.”
“Coming out?” she asks, a wrinkle forming at the bridge of her nose.
I open the door and step inside. “How long you wanted me but didn’t say anything.” I raise my eyebrows, and she laughs.
“Every woman has her secrets.”
“This isn’t one of them.”
“Sadie!” Cora waves. She went to high school with us, and I’ve always found her slightly annoying. Mostly because she used to tease Sadie in middle school because she’d gotten her period in the middle of class and was wearing yellow shorts.
“Hi, Cora.” As usual, Sadie has possibly forgotten and most likely forgiven her.
“Congratulations. You, too, Jude. Don’t let her get away.”
I give Cora my best version of a smile when I really want to flip her off.
“I heard it was a beautiful ceremony,” Cora says.
Is that some slight because she wasn’t invited?
“It was. Thank you.” Sadie’s too gracious, if you ask me.
“I’m sure you were a gorgeous bride.”
“Is,” I correct.
“I’m sorry?” Cora says with a sweet voice that doesn’t match her actual shit-talking gossipy mouth.
“She is a gorgeous bride,” I clarify.
Sadie winds her arm through mine and tightens it as if telling me to stop talking.
“How long do you call her a bride for?” Cora looks at the other teller. She shrugs. “I guess she’ll always be your bride.”
Awkward silence fills the lobby. Actually, it’s not awkward because I don’t care, but Sadie’s glaring arrows at me, so I guess she does.
“Is Mrs. Doyle available?” Sadie asks, apparently wanting to get out of this conversation.
“I’ll get her,” the other teller says.
“How’s Bennett doing?” Cora asks.
Why the hell is she asking about my cousin—who is a lot younger than her?
“Fine,” Sadie says, tilting her head, obviously wondering like me why she’s asking.
“Wren is so cute. Our daughters are in the same class this year.”
God help my cousin. I really hope the apple fell into the next farm over in that family.
“She’s ready for you,” the other teller says.
“Bye, guys. Good luck.” Cora waves.
