"Yep—we're an item now," Jennifer said, patting him on the knee.
The next day, Jennifer came home with a booklet on how to get a Maine divorce. "Great news," she said, "two or three months and it's over. I called Rupert. He was feeling guilty and said he'd sign whatever. It's pretty simple, really. We don't own much in common."
"That's how it was with Charlotte. We had the house together, but she got some money from her parents and bought me out. Wasn't all that much equity, anyway."
"Where was your house?"
"Peaks Island."
"Oooh," Jennifer said, "that must have been nice."
"It wasn't bad . . . I like the ferries, but they get to be a pain."
"I think we should stay right here until the baby is born," Jennifer said.
"Uh, yeah." Doing anything else had never crossed Oliver's mind.
"But, afterwards, I think we should be looking for a place with more room—don't you?"