Chapter Eight
He was in town, and I knew it. For three weeks I lived with the knowledge, and avidly avoided the center of town, and whatever he was doing with his little piece of property.
“You drove?” Beth asked, when I arrived at her house for tea one afternoon. “You usually walk.”
“You want to say it now, or keep grilling me.”
“Say what?”
“That I’m avoiding.”
“Sounds like I don’t have to say it, if you’re already so aware.”
We walked to the back of her house, to a screen porch looking out on a green lawn that was rimmed all the way around with flowers, her green thumb certainly a darker shade of green than my own. We were drinking some concoction of wild berry tea and juice over ice that eased the summer heat.
“Things are going great with Todd,” I said, sipping my drink and cha
