We saw Lucas off to his B&B, then drove back up to Jerome in silence. Since coming through the rear of the house was almost impossible right now because of the construction, I parked on the street — pregnancy had turned me into the designated driver — and we went in through the front entrance. After I shut the door, I said, “You’re very quiet.”
“Am I?”
“I thought you’d be happy that Lucas found my grandmother. You’re sure not acting like it.”
“I am. Really. It’s just — ” He hesitated, eyes downcast, as if he was studying the patterns of the rug beneath his feet to gain some sort of insight.
“Just what?” I asked impatiently.
“It’s just — are you ready to hear what she has to say? What if she tells you things about your father that you really don’t want to hear?”
“I’m touched that you
