Chapter 10It was only two days later when Paula showed up at my door. It was a Saturday morning, and Ernie had gone down to Ann Sather to take care of his craving for cinnamon rolls and coffee. He planned to bring a box home.
The knock startled me. I hurried to answer the door, and there was Paula, looking kind of shell-shocked. Her lower lip trembled a bit, and her hair was in disarray. She wore only a pink chenille bathrobe that made me think of my mother. We faced one another across the threshold, and it seemed as though Paula was struggling to speak.
Ernie knew very little of what had gone on. I thought it made more sense that way. I debated whether to ask her to come in or suggest we move to her place. In the end, I opted for the latter.
From the look on her face and that morning’s
