Now it was the following week, and today I was determined to arrive early enough to catch Maisie before she left for work. I hoped she could shed some light on the odd shift in Jack’s behavior.
I also wanted to talk to her about her and my father. Apparently their date last week had been a success. Dad had seen her on both Saturday and Sunday.
As I approached the house, I was glad to feel the arrival of spring in the air. Although its official due date was still some weeks hence, the breeze had that damp, balmy quality to it one associates with spring. There was this warm undercurrent. If I looked closely, I could see the trees were beginning to have tiny buds at the tips of their branches.
Maisie opened the door and, as usual, was smiling. But there was something different, something j
