Chapter 40: SilkeFifty-four, fifty-five, fifty-six. Silke stared at the numbers on the screen, silently counting. Weird as it was, artistic Alex was punctual almost on the dot and sure enough, only seconds after the clock struck the full hour, Skype started ringing.
“Hi, sweetheart.” Alex’s voice came first, the picture lagging a few seconds behind.
“Hi. Did you get a new haircut or something?”
“I sure did. I told Francoise…” Alex’s face became animated as she spoke about her latest visit to the gay hairdresser she frequented even though he charged twice as much as what Silke paid for her own cuts. For a few minutes, everything was as it had always been, and Silke was tempted to simply leave it at that.
“I’ve done some thinking,” she forced herself to insert once Alex had exhausted the
