“YOU"RE EARLY,” Ashley said, walking into Fritz"s classroom on Tuesday morning.
YOU"RE EARLY,Fritz returned his gaze to his notes. Ashley interrupted him again.
“Jane was up most of the night. I think she wants to be in Washington.” Fritz lifted his head when he heard the tone.
“Is something wrong?”
“I don"t know. She"s distracted, and I think she misses the action. It"s almost too domestic here.” Sadness was speaking, the same sadness that Fritz had seen briefly each time a woman had left Ashley"s life.
“She"s got a lot on her plate, Ash. And she"s tired. So are you. That"s probably all it is.”
“This is what I was afraid of. That she"d get bored here.”
“Ash, sit down. Look at me. How can she be bored? We, all of us, haven"t had a quiet moment in almost half a year. But if it worrie
