WHEN FRITZ WALKED in, I thought of Peter Pan and the lost boys. His puffed out shirt and pants belted tight, his jutting cheek bones over a sharp jaw reflected a man in need of care. His brown eyes were blank, and I would say unaware. Even walking, he stepped carefully, trying to avoid some unseen obstacle.
WHEN FRITZ WALKED“Fritz, come in the kitchen,” I said. Without a word, he shifted direction and sat where he"d been earlier. I asked him if he wanted something to eat. He shook his head. Ash sat next to him and said that tomorrow would be a better day.
“What are you going to do about work?” Ashley asked me.
I told him I would call and tell them I had a family emergency, or something. I had until morning to invent an excuse. “I have to talk to the president.”
“Then let"s get Fritz se
