4
A light mist of rain accompanied Wyatt and Nancy as they walked downtown the following day. It seemed to symbolize Nancy’s mood well, and Wyatt couldn’t seem to pull her out of the slump.
The apartment had someone fixing the door while they were out, but it was a minor victory with little emotional gain. A miracle of some sort was going to be required.
“We never talk about your job,” he said, starting a conversation out of the silence.
She shrugged lazily. “That’s because my job is boring. I’m a bookkeeper.”
“Like at a library?”
Her mouth twisted to one side and she looked quizzically at him. “No. Are you saying that because I look like the librarian type?” She shook her head. “I do the books for a charity that does art therapy.”
“You do books,” he repeated. “Books you… keep. Upke
