âArenât you planning any changes?â Rosalynn finally asked.
Tilda shrugged.
âThereâs no need to tinker with perfection,â she replied.
Rosalynn blinked, surprised.
No need to tinker?
Did that imply Tilda was happy with the romantic scenes?
âShould I take that as a compliment?â Rosalynn asked hesitantly.
Tilda chuckled.
âRosalyn, your talent is undeniable.
Why not write another novel?â
Rosalynn contemplated the idea.
âMaybe after the baby arrives.
â Brian might object if she started writing now.
âWell, when you do decide to adapt another one, keep me in mind for the screenplay,â Tilda joked.
âAnother easy gig wouldnât hurt.
â
Easy gig? That implied minimal effort for a big payoff.
Rosalynn couldnât help but chuckle.
âOnly a true intellectual could deliver such a backhanded compliment,â she said.
âIt takes a keen eye to appreciate the subtlety.
â
Tilda grinned.
âLikewise.
â
They bantered back and forth until Karina walked over.
âWhat are you guys talking about?â
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âEasy gigs,â Tilda quipped with a wink.
âEasy gigs?â Karina repeated, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Tilda and Rosalynn exchanged amused glances and burst out laughing.
âExcuse me, I need to hit the restroom,â Tilda announced, standing up.
âCarry on without me!â
As Tilda left, Rosalynn turned to Karina, who stifled a yawn and asked, âYou okay? You look exhausted.
Are you not getting enough sleep?â
Karina sighed.
âI keep having dreams.
Theyâre keeping me up at night.
â
âAbout Barlow?â Rosalynn asked gently, sensing Karinaâs sadness.
âYeah,â
Karina admitted.
âThereâs a new neighbor across from Haleighâs.
He looks a lot like Barlow.
Thatâs why Barlowâs been in my dreams lately.
â
Understanding dawned on Rosalynnâs face.
She pulled Karina into a silent embrace, offering wordless comfort.