“Not at all-” “I’m sorry- gosh, my manners are terrible. Come on in.” she opened the door wide enough for him to do so. He stepped inside and looked around. “This way. I was about to have some tea. Would you like some?” “Yes, please.” “What brings you home?” she asked as he took a seat across from her. His smile faded. “My father,” he said gravely. “Did something happen to him? What’s the matter, Jay?” “He had a stroke, I’m afraid.” And she had just accused him of stalking her. Karen was mortified. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” “You didn’t cause the stroke, Karen,” he said pragmatically. She laughed rather helplessly. “I know, Jay, but-” He looked at her and smiled gently. “Don’t worry. My father tells me he’s fine- that it was minor. My mother’s the one panicking and begging me to boa
