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the kids moved back. But once Blair admitted that Angus wouldn’t follow in six months or a year—he was staying in Houston permanently, they were getting a divorce—she sensed everyone pulling back a few inches so they could better judge her. They were “sad” for her, they said, even though she herself was much happier. The truth, Blair knows, is that her so-called friends see divorce as a virus, and if they get too close, they might catch it.

Tom Murray from three houses down offered to mow Blair’s lawn, which was very kind, but Blair felt she had to say no. The last thing she wanted everyone to see was another person’s husband mowing her lawn or shoveling her snow.

She hired a caretaker, a twenty-four-year-old Puerto Rican named Jefé. He was handsome and friendly and the kids loved him, especially George once Jefé admitted that he had been a baseball star back in Poncé. Blair had once looked out the window to see George and Jefé playing catch in the front yard and, in a moment she regretted perhaps more than any other in her life, she told Jefé that she wasn’t paying him to play games and that he should leave immediately. Jefé had been hurt, George had stormed off in a sullen rage, and Blair ran up to her bedroom to cry. She knew that George needed a man around, but she couldn’t bear to have the neighborhood whispering about exactly what role Jefé the caretaker was filling over at the Whalen house.

Being divorced is a social stigma; there’s no denying it. Blair thinks about dating again, but how to go about it? Back in April, she let Sallie talk her into an outing with Parents Without Partners, which Sallie called “PWP.” Blair and the twins and Sallie and little Michael had joined the other single mothers and fathers and their children at Fenway Park to see the Red Sox play the Philadelphia Phillies. It was meant to be fun, Blair knew, like a grown-up version of a mixer in college. The weather cooperated: it was sunny and warm enough to sit in the bleachers without a jacket or sweater. But Blair found herself preoccupied with what was wrong rather than what was right. On the one hand, Sallie chose well. Because it was a baseball game, most of the other participating parents were men. However, Blair couldn’t find a single candidate she would consider dating. Some men were fat and sloppy, some had stringy comb-overs, some had facial hair that reminded Blair of Charles Manson. But it wasn’t only appearances that put Blair off—after all, Angus had looked like a central-casting Poindexter. The problem was that the PWP fathers carried the stench of desperation. Most of them slouched, and those who did stand up straight seemed angry at the world.

The gentleman closest to Blair—he introduced himself as Al Sparks and looked straight at her chest—wasn’t bad-looking, but he jumped out of his seat after nearly every pitch and cursed at the umpires. He swore in front of his two sons, though they didn’t notice because they were too busy tussling over the bucket of popcorn he’d bought for them to share until the older son pulled a little too hard and the bucket upended all over the seat in front of them, which was occupied by a toddler who had fallen asleep with his head cocked at an unnatural angle while his oblivious father kept track of the stats in a spiral-bound notebook.

The children at this outing seemed like ragamuffins. Blair didn’t like to be ungenerous, but she couldn’t help noticing a little girl with tangled hair and a boy, nearly obese, whose father had stuffed him like a sausage into a Yastrzemski jersey. The children looked . . . motherless, and this made Blair suspect that, while she was here looking for someone who would trim the hedges and take the car for an oil change, the gentlemen were looking for a woman who knew how to French braid and who might be willing to cook a hot breakfast every morning.

If Blair were to date or, God forbid, marry one of the men in PWP, she would become . . . a stepmother. This wasn’t something she had considered.

Of course Blair had been raised by a stepfather—David Levin, who had been perfect in nearly every way. But that felt different somehow. Kate had been tragically widowed; David had swooped in to save the day. It hadn’t been two broken families awkwardly trying to fit themselves together.

Blair is too much of a feminist to admit that she’s now looking for a David—a single man without children who will love Blair, George, and Gennie unconditionally—but secretly, she fears she is.

The Red Sox game was Blair’s one and only foray with PWP. Sallie, meanwhile, dated angry Al Sparks for six weeks before declaring him an “absolute psychopath,” when he got drunk at a Memorial Day picnic and lost his temper over a Frisbee that landed on the grill.

BLAIR IS IRRITATED WITH her mother’s comments about the propriety of her taking the children to the Sweet Shoppe, although as she parks the car on Main Street in front of Bosun’s Locker, she does in fact worry that she will bump into someone she knows who will want to express his or her condolences about Exalta—and how will Blair explain that they’re on their way out for sundaes?

“Let’s hurry along,” Blair says. The twins are in the backseat, completely oblivious to their surroundings, despite the rumbling of the Scout over the cobblestones. Gennie is immersed in her book of science experiments and George is doing the crossword puzzle from the Boston Herald.

They are, Blair thinks somewhat mournfully, Angus’s children—obsessed with the world of the mind.

But then she brightens, because at least the twins look like Blair. They’re both blond, pink-cheeked, nicely proportioned, and they have straight white teeth. Gennie is an inch or two taller than George, but that will soon change. Next month, they’ll be

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