AFTER THEY FINISHED the sandwiches, they sat at the kitchen table, sharing in Vince’s beverage staple of coffee.
“Tell me about your wife.” Julie wanted to prolong the moment before testing the items waiting in the next room. And she wanted to know more about this man and his life.
“Excuse me?” He didn’t look prepared for this line of conversation.
“Your wife, what was she like?” Julie persisted over the rim of her cup. She rarely drank coffee, but Vince seemed to enjoy it, while she herself enjoyed the cozy atmosphere the ritual offered.
Vince spread his hands on the table, avoiding her eyes. “There’s not much to tell.”
“Did you love her?” She cupped her chin in her hand, elbow braced on the table.
“I don’t know.” He looked at her and shrugged his wide shoulders, Julie following the
