The Perfect Stranger (Social Media #2)(70)

“Sounds like my summer,” Kay says. “My life, actually, ever since I got laid off.”

She used to be a guard at a federal prison—the one where the Oklahoma City bomber Timothy McVeigh was executed back in 2001, she mentioned once in a blog comment, wryly calling it her one brush with celebrity.

“Wouldn’t it be great if we could all just go on a real vacation together?” Elena muses. “Spend a few days at some lakeside cottage or on a beach, just relaxing in the sun . . .”

“We can!” Landry doesn’t stop to reconsider the idea that just popped into her head. “My house is right on the water, and my husband is going away on a Father’s Day golf trip next weekend. If you guys buy your plane tickets—you said there were cheap fares out of Boston right now, Elena . . .”

“There are, especially last minute. I got here for less than two hundred bucks round-trip.”

“You’d have to connect through Atlanta, most likely, or maybe Charlotte, coming from the Northeast. You can stay with me and you won’t even have to pay for food,” Landry goes on. “I have plenty of room.”

“I thought you only had a three bedroom house.”

“I do,” she tells Elena, taken aback, “but how do you know that?”

“You wrote it, once. That you wished you had a guest room for when your in-laws come to stay, and then Meredith told you not to worry because you’d have an empty nest with plenty of room before you knew it.”

Landry plays back the vague memory of that online conversation, remembering, with a pang, that Meredith warned her not to wish away a moment of these precious years with her children under her roof.

Next thing you know,BamaBelle, you’ll be rocking a little baby who looks so familiar you’ll think it’s your own . . . and then you’ll remember that it’s your son or daughter’s child, and you’re the grandma.

Hey! I’m too young to be a grandma!

I thought I was, too, and the next thing I knew, I had a whole new batch of stinkerdoodles running around my house. Just you wait. It’ll happen so fast you won’t know what hit you!

Landry swallows a lump in her throat and tries to tune back into what Elena is saying.

“We can always stay in a hotel if we come visit. Are there any nearby?”

“There’s the Grand.”

“The one where you and Rob were married?” Kay asks, and adds, seeing the surprised look on Landry’s face, “You blogged about that once.”

“I did? Your memory is a lot better than mine. Yes, that’s the place. But it’s a resort, and it’s expensive at this time of year. Listen, I might not have plenty of room but I do have enough. Stay with me. This can be our girls’ getaway.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Elena says with a grin.

“I’m trying to tempt you. Have you ever been to Alabama? We have it all: beautiful beaches, history, great food . . .”

“I’ve never been anywhere down South except Disney World, and believe me, the last thing I want on vacation is to be surrounded by a gazillion little kids.”

“Well, I only have two, and they’re quiet, and hardly ever home anyway. So if you come see me, I won’t have to be lonely while Rob’s away.”

Not to mention scared. She wouldn’t admit it to Rob, because he’d promptly cancel his trip, but she’s not particularly anxious at the thought of being alone overnight in the house after what happened to Meredith. Well, alone with the kids.

Good old strength training aside, she can’t help worrying that she might have slipped online about Rob’s golf weekend after all. If not this year, then maybe in the past—it’s an annual Father’s Day event.

Combing her archives using search terms didn’t turn up any evidence that she’d ever mentioned it, and she knows paranoia is probably getting the better of her, but still . . .

She forgot she’d ever posted about having only three bedrooms, and about the Grand Hotel . . . who knows what else she’s written and forgotten?

“If you’re serious about that,” Elena says thoughtfully, “I might be into it. When would it be, exactly?”

Landry notices that Kay sits quietly listening as they discuss the details.

“So you’ll come?”

“I’ll come,” Elena says. “What do you say, Kay?”

“You said you’ve never been south of the Mason-Dixon line,” Landry reminds her. “It would be nice to have some fun together after this sad weekend, wouldn’t it?”

She smiles. “It would. It would be great.”

“Great. And we can invite Jaycee, too,” Elena decides, as Landry is distracted by several new customers walking in, all wearing dark, formal clothing. Are they coming from the funeral service, too? It seems as though the whole town turned out for Meredith.

“So what did you think of Meredith’s family?” she asks the others.

Kay clears her throat. “They were just like she described them, don’t you think? The daughter, and the sons . . .”

“That poem her daughter read was beautiful.” That comes from Elena.

“It was,” Landry agrees. “It had to be really hard for her to get up there and do that.”

“She was amazing. Meredith would have been so proud.” After a moment’s reflection, Elena adds, “But I didn’t like her husband at all.”