The grandfather clock ticked its way toward six, and every fifteen minutes it mocked Christine with those Westminster chimes. She lay on the sofa, trying to read Anna Karenina, but couldn’t concentrate. Every twenty or thirty minutes, she’d get up to go to the bathroom. Odd, how frequently she was going to the bathroom. She hadn’t had much water to drink all day long.
Mama came into the room. “Christine, dear, do you have a decision yet?”
She looked at her mother. Of course, she’d ask. “No, I’m still thinking about it.”
Mama sighed and gave Christine a look of withered impatience. “Well, you’d better decide. Marcus will be here for cocktails at six, and Tobias is coming for bridge at eight.”
Christine felt her pulse quicken at the mention of those two names. Marcus and Tobias, she wondered why she’d gotten herself in this fix. But she needed time to think.
“I know, Mama, I’ll have the right decision.”
Mama left the room and Christine breathed more easily. Back to Anna Karenina and the same scene. Levin was courting Kitty, yet again – just like Marcus and Tobias were couring her. But Kitty didn’t have two suitors, and she wasn’t pregnant – and even if she had been, she probably would’ve known which one was the father of her child.
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