Chapter 6
Steve is not in our booth when I return to the diner.
Lou tells me he is in the restroom.
A sense of relief relaxes the knot in my tight shoulders. I take a seat at the counter and Lou stands off to the side, watching me over the top of the register. “I wish I could help,” he says, “but I don’t understand relationships. Since my wife Dorothy’s death ten years ago, I’ve never dated again. It’s different today. Not like in the old days.”
I sit hunched over on the leather stool. “Relationships are still complicated,” I say. “Doesn’t matter the day.”
“True. But people are different,” he says.
I look up at the sound of a door opening and closing in the back room and Steve’s shadow sliding across the linoleum floor.
I whirl around to meet Steve’s gaze. He is dressed, wrapped fro
