“And exactly why you need to go back to the man who makes you happy.”
I am helping her to wash up the dishes afterwards when the doorbell rings.
“Can you get that?”
“Sure.”
“And if it’s a salesman, I don’t need anything.”
I wipe my hands on a dish towel and go to get the door. At first I believe he’s salesman.
“I’m sorry, we don’t need anything to do,” I tell him prepared to close the door.
“I’ve a delivery for Amelia Lucas,” he responds. “You are Mrs. Lucas?”
I frown at him before I look pass him to the delivery truck parked in the yard.
“Yes, I am.”
“Please sign here.”
He thrusts a clipboard in my hand and marks the place for me to sign.
“What for?” I ask but he’s already walking to the truck. I scratch my signature hastily and observe as he opens the back of the truck and ta
