“Leave it to me!”
Ben managed to work most of the day, forgetting to have lunch. About four o’clock he realized he was hungry. Marcia, his sister in law, had given him a couple of frozen casseroles to bring home, and both were still in the freezer. He pulled one out, ran it through the defrost cycle in the microwave, and then put it in the oven to heat slowly. He went back to his home office, shut down the computer, and returned to the kitchen, where he poured himself a glass of wine. Then he remembered to put a bottle of champagne into the fridge to chill.
He took his wine and sat in his favorite recliner. It was getting dark outside. He didn’t switch on the television, didn’t even bother to turn on a light. Not for the first time since the weeks right after Trent left, the house seemed
