Chapter Thirteen
Geoff came to the museum at noon on the followingTuesday, totally unannounced. It was the first time hed been in the buildingsince that horrible day with Nick Ritter. I thought I would jump through theroof with excitement, but I kept my cool, walking out the door on my husbandsarm, accompanying him to lunch. We talkednonstop for an entire hour, though Geoffs only condition was that we not talkabout my house arrest, the tribe, or anything having to do with my presentsituation. At first, it was tough, but then he drew me into some pleasantmemories of our past. We even discussed tropical vacations we might take whenwe could arrange the time. This was encouraging. It was an innocuous lunch thatresolved nothing, but asked very little from either of us. Perhaps that w
