“I’ve never heard you mention her,” Richard said.
“We just met a couple weeks ago.”
He still had the same doubt in his eyes. My face and now my neck were burning, and I was certain my cheeks were the colour of an ambulance light.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be prying like this. Please understand that I’m only doing it out of concern.”
I was hoping he would get up, but all he did was uncross and cross his legs, this time right over left.
“There’s no reason for concern,” I reassured him.
“There’s something else,” he said. “Your clothes. You were never the best dresser, but your clothes were always in decent shape. And they were clean. You’ve been wearing the same shirt for the last three days. I know because there’s a ketchup stain on it. It actually looks like a man’s hand. And your pants
