He laughed again, this time more than before. “Oh, Sabrina, she may have thought my being kind to her was something more than it was. I spoke to her on a few occasions, but she was our help. She was depressed about things. I just cheered her up, that"s all.”
“I see. Well, that"s fine. She may have been making it sound to be more than it was just for my benefit. She seems happy right now, and I think she"s seeing someone.”
“Good. She totally ruined my Saturday night meals. I"d always loved the quail that our cook made, and instead we got something else. I think it was called lasagna. It was terrible! Too much basil and those noodles—blech!”
I laughed at his sour face. At that moment, the phone rang. Out of habit, I made to get up to answer, and remembered I had a cast on my leg. On the t
