CHAPTER NINE
For the next several months he went almost daily to Mac's Bar, hoping either to see her or to have the bartender deliver a message from Jean. Such was not the case. He neither saw her nor received a message. He had just about given up ever seeing her again when he ran into her on the street one day. It was October and a bit on the chilly side. A wind was blowing her skirt up, and perhaps this was what first caused him to notice her. She was standing on a corner, apparently looking for a bus or cab. He spied her, walked up behind her. "Hey," he said in her ear.
She whirled about, saw him, started to smile, stopped it and frowned instead. "Hello, John," she said, and that was all she said.
He looked at her. She was wearing a simple, black dress that fit her perfectly. She had
