social calendar. He was the one who mentioned having Dana over.â
âIf we did, weâd be out bowling every night.â Jim laughed. âIâm not sure that either of us could cope with that.â
âYouâre probably right. But as long as youâre okay with us having a full house on Sunday, Iâll make a couple of calls.â
He excused himself against the sound of raised voices in the background. It sounded like he was having a lively shift at the hospital. There had been a time when she had been a bit jealous that he spent so much time there and so little with her. Things were better now though, and she could see how much the job meant to him. She had seen him at work and couldnât be more proud of him. She wondered if he ever felt the same about her own commitments. Could he be jealous of a ghost that was demanding her attention?
It took a while for Delia to answer, and when she did she sounded a little out of breath.
âDelia? You okay?â
âHi, Melinda,â she said, taking the deepest of breaths before breaking into a fit of coughing.
âDelia? What on earth have you been doing?â
âWalking.â
âWalking? How fast?â Melinda couldnât believe that she could be that out of breath just by walking.
âNot fast. Just quite a long way,â Delia replied.
âHow come? Is this some kind of fitness regime?â
âCar trouble.â
âMore? I didnât even know that youâd got it back.â
âI havenât. This was the loaner. I managed to get it to the garage, but there was no one there. I started walking home and just kept going.â
âYou should have called me. I would have come and picked you up.â
âItâs okay. I didnât think that it was quite as far as it was. Once Iâd got started, I didnât want to admit defeat.â
âHow long were you walking?â Melinda asked.
âAn hour, maybe ninety minutes. Iâve only just got home.â
âYou should come to the gym with me,â Melinda laughed, unable to help herself.
âThanks, but no thanks. I think Iâve had my exercise for the year.â She paused for another breath. âSo were you calling for anything in particular, or do you just want to mock me?â
âIâd never mock you, Delia,â she said despite the laughter in her voice. She could just imagine Delia slumped in the chair in her kitchen, finding that even kicking off her shoes was too much of an effort.
âWell, it sure sounds like thatâs exactly what youâre doing,â Delia said, though she didnât sound too serious.
âIâm not. Really, Iâm not,â Melinda said, though she was not quite sure that she was telling the truth.
âSo what can I do for you?â
âI was just calling to see if you and Ned would like to come around for dinner on Sunday.â
âDonât tell me you want to show off your new old friend. Donât go thinking that you can set her up with my son!â
Melinda laughed at the thought. âIt didnât even cross my mind. I just hate to think of her being at home alone.â
âI can read you like a book, Melinda.â
âSo is that a yes?â
âSure. Have you spoken to Ned yet?â
âNot yet,â Melinda said.
âLeave it to me. Iâll give him a call. You know he wonât say no to me, no matter what else he might have planned. He wouldnât dare.â
Melinda had never known Ned to say no to one of her dinners anyway, but she wasnât about to tell Delia that. It sounded like her feet were painful enough without her pride being hurt too.
âIâm sure youâre right. Itâs always harder to say no to your mother.â
âToo right,â Delia said. âYou want me to bring dessert?â
âThat would be great. Thanks.â
âAnd your friend, Dana? Whereâs she
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