Chapter 2When Angela got the mail on her way in, she saw a postcard from France. Elizabeth had written to her, as promised. For a few moments Angela was taken aback, and she realized that she had not quite believed—didn’t dare to believe—that Elizabeth would actually stay in touch. Very soon after their communication at work had become a habit (an innocent habit) that could be relied upon, and Angela had begun to analyze, interpret, fantasize, and scheme, Liz removed herself. Several months in the planning, she was going to Europe with a friend for an entire month. As with the old adage about absence and the heart, Angela’s obsession took hold with a vengeance. Despite Liz’s young age. Despite Angela’s status as committed. And very much despite the fact that Angela was in the midst of all
