CHAPTER 16Len
The summer light deepened; the evenings were not so long. If they walked to campus after dinner, it was twilight already when they got home. One evening, after putting the girls to bed, Len was sitting on the tiny porch when he heard the phone ring. He ignored it at first, watching the last of the summer fog rolling into the yard. The ringing stopped, then seconds later began again, persistent. Len roused himself and went inside to answer it.
It was Laurel. Did he have a minute? she asked. She had news.
Len leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
“Well?”
“I just thought you should know. I’m putting the house on the market.”
Len opened his eyes. “Why?”
“I’m moving.”
“Oh,” he said, feeling his annoyance rise. Of course she was moving if she was selling the house. “
