“We’re pregnant!” said Charlie.
And then he and Catherine waited for a response from the dinner table. Instead, all anyone could hear was the sound of scraping silverware from the restaurant’s kitchen.
Owen grabbed a drink and downed it all in one gulp. Betsey rolled her eyes and went for her cocktail, too. Looking at each person’s face, Vera surveyed the discomfort of the table, and on a scale of 1 to 10, she’d rate it at about a 15. It didn’t appear so much as they were disapproving of the couple conceiving a child out-of-wedlock, but more that they just didn’t think these two were “there” yet.
“Betsey, you’re going to be a grandma,” said Catherine. This caused Betsey to choke on her drink and engage in a coughing fit that caused some of the other relatives to go to Betsey and massage her back.
“This is wonderful, kids,” said Richard. “Couldn’t be happier for you two.” You could tell he was trying to overcompensate for the awkwardness. He raised his glass and said, “To Charlie and Catherine.”
“To Charlie and Catherine,” a table of half-hearted souls muttered.
“Five bucks says that kid’s mine,” Owen whispered to Vera.
“Five bucks?” said Vera. “You’re a millionaire.”
At the end of the dinner, as Vera and Owen were walking out of the restaurant, with Owen trying to grab Vera’s hand and Vera pulling away, Betsey stopped them.
“Sailing tomorrow. 11 a.m.”
The Sightsailer was a 6-person boat mainly for lounging, even if it was designed like more of a racing vessel. When Owen and Vera got to the dock the next day, Charlie, Catherine, Betsey, and Richard were waiting for them, looking like something out of a Ralph Lauren catalog in preppy navy blues and khakis with their hair blowing in the wind. Vera felt a little out-of-place in her vibrant yellow sun dress that she wasn’t telling Owen was from T.J.Maxx.
“Morning,” said Betsey.
Vera noticed Catherine in the corner, touching her belly as if she actually had one.
No one said much of anything after leaving dinner last night. Even Owen went straight to bed, while Vera stayed up late, reading in the library.
“Some champagne,” said Richard, spilling Chardonnay into two glasses for Vera and Owen.
“Thank you,” said Vera. She could get used to living in the lap of luxury.
“Let’s get the party rolling,” Owen said, with a clap of his hands.
Soon, they were off, with the wind taking them out to water. The breeze was so loud and strong that Vera could hardly hear anything anyone was saying. Standing by the edge of the boat, Vera just nodded as Betsey and Richard attempted to have a conversation with her, which was like trying to translate a different language. All Vera could make out was “college” and “liberal arts” and “waste of time.” Actually, Vera was pretty sure it was a blessing she wasn’t really a part of this conversation. Eventually, Richard and Betsey said something along the lines of “cockpit,” and ventured that way.
Out of the corner of her eye, Vera spotted Catherine giving her the stink eye from across the boat. The disdain was palpable, even if Catherine had sunglasses on. Owen, too, noticed the green-eyed monster hiding beneath the shades, and in order to attempt to make Catherine jealous, made a play for Vera again, this time, grabbing her ass.
“What the hell are you doing?” said Vera.
There was a struggle between them that looked a little like two children having a slap fight. In retaliation, Owen gave her a push, which launched Vera over the rails and into the water. What does Owen do next? Please return to the top of this episode to vote on what happens next!