The day called for rain. At least that"s what the meteorologist had said when Elayne had turned the television on as she"d gotten dressed in the morning. It had been overcast for just the first fifteen minutes after she"d stepped outside before work. The sun had shone bright all afternoon, but the rain clouds remained in view in the distance all day long.
"Say that again?" Elayne"s voice was calm, as gentle as water lapping on a sandy beach.
She heard the sound of Aldo"s throat working. The throaty swallow, was that a nervous gulp? She"d never known the man to be uneasy a day in his life.
Definitely not with her. But there it was—a quiver at the corner of his lips. A twitch in his right eye.
"When I came over to you at the bar that night, you were drunk and sad. You thought no one want
