Chapter 12: Revelation
We got up and showered, then had breakfast.
Over the breakfast table I said, “I guess I should do the phoning today.”
Hank nodded but looked a bit uncomfortable and avoided my gaze. I stared at him, puzzled.
“What?” I said. “Are you going to tell me that your car doesn’t work?”
“Truck.”
“That your truck doesn’t work?”
“No. It works fine.”
“Where is it by the way?”
“Oh, just down the path behind the cottage.”
I nodded but then looked at him more closely. “What are you looking like that for, then?”
Hank looked at me, gave me a sheepish smile, then he appeared to pull himself together. He sat up straight and regarded me, with a look that made me think of a man facing his execution quad. He swallowed.
“I—I want to apologize.”
I blinked. “For what?”
He shook
