Monday,
she
didn’t
see
him
again
until
Tuesday
night,
when
he’d
dropped
by
with
Chinese
food.
They
had
sat
eating
at
her
kitchen
table
while
she
had
told
him
about
how
her
day
had
gone
and
how
things
were
coming
together
for
this
weekend’s
charity
benefit.
They
had
talked
about
his
day,
as
well.
He
had
told
her
that
he
had
been
selected
to
head
up
the
city’s
fire
prevention
program
for
the
coming
year
and
that
he
was
excited
about
that.
She
glanced
down
at
the
letter
she
had
in
her
hand,
the
same
letter
that
had
arrived
last
week
from
the
fertility
clinic
reminding
her
of
tomorrow’s
appointment.
Seeing
it
and
rereading
it
had
reaffirmed
her
decision
to
have
the
procedure.
She
nearly
jumped
when
she
heard
the
phone
ring.
Thinking
that
perhaps
it
was
Storm,
she
placed
the
letter
on
the
table,
then
quickly
moved
across
the
room
to
answer
it.
He
had
called
earlier
and
said
he
would
be
playing
cards
tonight
with
his
brothers
rather
late
and
that
he
would
see
her
tomorrow.
“Yes?”
she
said,
after
picking
up
the
phone.
“It’s
Lisa.
How
are
things
going?”
Jayla
smiled.
Lisa
had
been
out
of
town
most
of
the
week
on
business.
“Everything’s
going
fine.
How
was
your
trip?”
“Wonderful.
I
love
Chicago.
You
know
that.”
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