“I didn’t know what else to do, so I brought you a Boston cream pie,” she said, and with the words a smile came to her lips. With them came a new gleam into her eyes, a glimmer that Jason recalled from more than twenty years before.
“Little Suzie Young? Is that you?”
“Yes Jason it’s me. Although I’m not little any longer. I didn’t think you recognized me.”
“Jason took the bag from her and walked toward the dining room to place it with the other food on the kitchen table.
“So how’ve you been?” he asked. “Let’s see, you are with Newsweek?”
“I’ve been fine. I’m back in the area now. About a year ago I took a leave of absence from Newsweek. I wanted to do some things on my own. Some things that didn’t require, well, didn’t require quite so much travel. Dad and Mom are getting olde
