Three months after Neil collapsed on the kitchen floor with a minor stroke, Janet noticed changes. Where in the beginning he laughed often and was extremely attentive, now he had become quiet; almost secretive, and over the last three weeks had worked a lot of overtime. Janet worried. The last thing she needed was for him to have another stroke, and who knew how bad that would be. He wasn"t driving yet; instead, he rode into work with one of the guys. Alan, she thought his name was. So that was good. As for who brought him home at all hours of the evening–that was usually whoever was available.
What really bothered her was his avoiding her inquiries about what was going on at work that required his attendance so late into the evenings. Aside from that, tomorrow was their eleven-year anniv
