Chapter Twenty-Five
“You seem so much more relaxed these days.” I’ve taken an entire week off to spend with Jodie in New York. Steve could hardly argue because since I moved West in 2003 I must have accumulated a few months’ worth of vacation days.
“I’m much older now,” Jodie says. We’re sitting on the exact same bench we used to sit on when we took Troy to the park. “And everything is different.”
“That pile of dishes in the sink is probably what threw me the most.”
“I’m sorry. I really wanted the place to be spotless for you.” For a second, Jodie looks genuinely concerned. “But my night scrubbing days are over.”
“Who would have thought?” I nudge her with my knee.
“Who would have thought you and I would be sitting on this bench again one day?” Jodie looks happy. Because of the physic
