In the following few days that had passed, there was an odd tension between Elizabeth and Red.
Often she would find the man in quiet contemplation, his features troubled and unguarded. The minute he sensed her presence, a façade of forced cheerfulness dropped into place.
The woman did not understand Red’s state of mind. She worried that, whatever the problem was, it surely must involve her somehow. This evening, it seemed that the man had purposely been obtuse when she questioned normal everyday things.
Yes, something was wrong and she determined to find out what it was that was disturbing Red so much.
Elizabeth knew Red and Dembe were home. They had arrived over an hour ago, but after dinner, the house had fallen silent.
Where she normally was comforted by the silence, tonight, she
