Midway through the afternoon on Friday, as I was just finishing a final tally on some accounts, I felt someone come into the office. That wasn’t unusual. The coffee pot was in here, and the refrigerator where everyone kept their lunch was, too. People were in and out all the time.
“Amy?”
I looked up. It was Jody.
“Hi,” I said.
“You didn’t stop in last night,” she said.
“Your uncle had said you had company. I didn’t want to interrupt.”
She nodded. “Yes, Joanne came down to tell me how sorry she was.”
I waited.
“She’s gone back home,” Jody explained. “I was alone at the shop last night. I wanted to tell you.”
“You don’t have to,” I said. She’d had my number if she’d really wanted to talk.
“It feels like I do. I didn’t call because I wanted to talk to you face to face.”
My heart st
