I realized last week when I delivered my next meal to Jack that something had changed about him, something deep and profound.
And it made me sad.
I mean, Jack had always been grouchy, a demon, really, to be around. Unfriendly. Sour. Mean. These were just a few of the terms that sprang to mind—and those were the kindest.
The next time I turned up, after my winning meal of w*********h Mac & Cheese, Jack was a different person. Maisie had already left for work by the time I got there, so I couldn’t ask her if something had happened to explain the shift in Jack’s mood. I suppose I could have called her later, but I hated to add to her burden, especially when I didn’t know if the change was just a fleeting thing. Maybe it was something that simply came and went, and I had yet to witness it.
