said. Something in his face had changed at the mention of Skipâs name, and he chewed the side of his lip thoughtfully.
Jem wrung her hands. She had practiced. Even in front of a mirror. And now, sitting in front of him, the words caught in her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment and then exhaled. âRay, I⦠â
Ray looked up at her tone. âWhatâs wrong?â He leaned forward in his chair.
âI lost my job.â
âDonât scare me like that. I thought it was something serious. Really, Jemima, youâre shaking like a rabbit.â
âWe need the money, Ray.â
He waved his hand. âDo you know how many copies of the Hog weâve sold in the past few weeks, my love?â *
âThere wonât always be these big stories! Besides, I donât want big stories if theyâre going to keep you busy. Even on Saturday afternoons.â
âIâm just surprised Spenserâs kept you as long as they did. You know their policy on married women working. You only had that job dishonestly anyway.â He grinned at her. âWeâre not on the street yet.â
âWe have no telephone, Ray. Some months no electricity if we canât pay the bill. Your sister needs more and more money recently.â
âYou want me to stop supporting Viola and Luca? Leave them to starve on the street?â
âOf course not! But I need you to help me figure out what to do. Iâve spent the whole evening thinking, and all Iâve come up with is charging more for cases and taking more cases on.â
Ray shrugged and said lightly, âFine. But keep it to jewelry and pocket watches. You know I hate any of the dangerous cases.â
Jem sipped her tea. It didnât fortify her the way she thought it would. âBut we canât live on your salary, Ray.â â
Rayâs eyes flashed. âJem, weâll figure something out. Maybe by the time things become truly desperate, Viola will have come to her senses and moved back here, and I wonât need to send money over to America.â
âWhere will she live? With us?â
âWhat would be so horrible about that? Youâd not take my sister and her little boy in?â
âNo⦠no⦠Of course. A few weeks, perhaps, if there were no other options. Oh, it w-would⦠it might be nice to have them⦠if they had nowhere to go and⦠Of course I would!â
Ray studied her a moment in their silence, and his face softened. âYouâre looking pale. Youâve obviously spent too long thinking about this. Donât worry, Jem. The longer the anarchist groups stay in Toronto, the bigger Hog readership will grow.â He smiled. âAnd of course my lady detectives have had something to do with the growing readership.â He ran a hand over his face and smiled. âThe two of us will be fine. Always. I promise.â
âWhat about the three of us?â Her eyes skipped to all four corners of the sitting room, looking anywhere but directly at him. She coughed. âYou and I can scrape by, but I am telling you, weâll have our own family soon. I know you have to keep sending money to Viola. Itâs just a⦠â She massaged her temples.
If Rayâs dark complexion could pale, it did so at that moment. âAre you sure?â
âIâve shocked you,â Jem said. âMost people find this news happy.â She tried on a brighter voice for size. It didnât fit. âI havenât been feeling quite myself and was dizzy on the trolley today. Actually, a bit more than dizzy. I fainted. No, no⦠â She pasted on a false smile. âThe lovely old lady I toppled on was so attentive and kind. So I stopped in at the doctor, and he confirmed what I had suspected.â
Ray froze in his chair. âIâll just find a better job.â
âYou love your job.â
âI love you more than a job,