Thomas wrings his hands while I study the Marathon Deli menu. His behavior almost subdues my appetite. I order a spanakopita. He doesn’t meet my eyes; they remain fixed on the silver napkin container.
Dumping. It’s written all over him. I wish he’d just come out and say it.
“Liz is pregnant.”
I wait. Is this why he’s upset?
He glances at me, quickly before his eyes focus elsewhere.
I shrug. “Yay for Liz.”
He rolls his eyes and then rubs his face with his hands. “It’s mine.”
I did not see that coming. Dryly: “Yay, you.”
Before he can launch into his prepared speech, because I know he has one, I ask the waitress to wrap up the spanakopita. Thomas stares open-mouthed. “Aren’t you upset?”
I smile at the waitress as she hands me the bag. “Do you want me to be?”
“I don’t know. I thought you loved me.”
“I thought you loved me too. Guess we were both wrong.” I pat him on the shoulder, leave the deli, and dial James’ number so I can share the good news.