Chapter 46: Matthew, Troubled
6:18 P.M.
287 Willow Street
Matthew was far too quiet during our dinner at my Tudor. The meal consisted of rosemary parmesan noodles, a medley of vegetables, and salads in a light vinaigrette. I had the patio table set with our food, wine glasses, and an autumn arrangement of flowers. Three candles were lit and Etta James was on the stereo and echoed from the faux rock speakers that decorated the patio. Matthew arrived on time, seeming sullen, which told me that something was wrong and bothering him.
“How was your day at the gym?” I asked, enjoying the salad in front of me.
He picked at his food with a fork and grumbled, “My numbers are spot on for the month. Two new members are starting tomorrow.”
“That’s good news.” I was still attracted to his orange
