“I’m sorry. I know you’re Alex’s nephew, but I can’t recall your name.”
“Caleb.”
“Right. Forgive me, Caleb. Is Alex home?”
I told her that Alex had gone to Boston for work and wouldn’t be back until Sunday afternoon.
“Oh. That’s a shame. I wanted to introduce him to my daughter, Kelly. She’s visiting this weekend from Dayton.”
Right. The divorcee Madeline wanted to hook Alex up with.
Madeline went on to tell me about Kelly’s plans to sell her house in Dayton and move back to Ann Arbor with her kids. She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and showed me a picture of Kelly and her kids, Brandon and Tyler. Kelly wasn’t a bad looking lady. She was thin with brown hair and eyes and a nice smile. Brandon, the older of the two boys, looked to be around ten and had brown hair like his moth
