I feel her eyes everywhere. “You look tired,” Beth remarks. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Fine, thanks.” I motion for her to follow me toward the living room.
“Gosh,” she says pausing in the foyer. “You’ve certainly been busy.”
I watch as she takes the place in, accessing her features closely. I want to ask who is doing her work now that Dr. Dunn is six feet under. I want to ask who is doing her bidding now that his wife is out. But I assume that’s why she’s here, so I simply say, “A little.”
“Well, the place looks great.” She is attractive for a woman her age. Whatever work she’s had done, it’s tasteful, not over the top, but not exactly unnoticeable either. “So…fresh,” she says, turning on her heel. “Tom must be thrilled.”
Sarcasm, obviously. She knows as well as I do Tom abhors change.
