The lawyer hesitated, but then narrated, “Uh… Mrs. Higgins, I just passed by the next private room. I saw a man and a woman kissing, and I thought I heard your name mentioned. I can’t be sure, but I think the man might’ve been your husband.”
Even though I’d already prepared myself for this, my chest still tightened when I peeked in and saw Phyll holding Barbara, kissing her like his life depended on it.
Barbara was clearly drunk, perched on his lap with tears in her eyes.
“Phyll, why do you think I told you I wanted a child with you? Because I want to marry you, you idiot!” she cried. “I’ve loved you since we were kids, all these years. But I never dared to confess. I was afraid you’d reject me, afraid we wouldn’t even stay friends.”
She sniffled and continued, “If I’d known Sabrina would steal you away, I would’ve been braver. Phyll, I love you so much.”
Phyll’s eyes filled with pity as he listened to her, then he answered her with a kiss that dragged on for three whole minutes.
Others in the room chimed in, egging her on.
“Exactly! If Barbara had confessed earlier, that broke Sabrina wouldn’t have stood a chance.”