Thirteen
SUNDAY AFTERNOON AND evening are quiet and, unfortunately, Helenless. I would have gone over to the police station with dinner, but she texts me about 5 p.m. to say that she was going to grab something on the way to her apartment and hopefully go to bed early. So, I am left in the company of Clark and Vivian, two very convivial hosts who do their best to make me feel at home.
Right down to the game of Monopoly we play.
Fortunately, they’re not as cutthroat or competitive as Helen is. To be fair, there are NFL quarterbacks not as competitive as Helen. I manage not to bankrupt myself, and the game is over by 10 p.m. I retire to the guest room, and this time I sleep quite soundly.
The next morning, I sit down to the breakfast Vivian insists that I eat. “Anna tells me she makes br
