MORNING CAME IN a frontal attack. The floor didn"t bother Fritz too much, but my back rebelled, which kept waking Ashley, so we tossed and turned until we gave up when the sky brightened. Ashley went for coffee, while Fritz and I finished packing and loading my car with my papers and the last-minute boxes.
MORNING CAME INShortly, the truck arrived and we were on our way. Ash drove my car, never allowing more than two cars between us and my things. Not far behind, Fritz cruised in the Mustang. As we took the slow lane up I-95, I guessed what the odds were of Fritz meeting Sean, each with a memory of the same woman in separate universes. As we passed the University of Delaware exit, I broke our silence.
“Ash, do you think Sean plays a part in this story, or is his connection merely coincid
