Chapter 45FRITZ DIDN'T NOTICE the rain tapping on the windshield or the rhythm of the wipers as he drove home. Linda, Mary, and Mel were at the kitchen table when he walked in.
“Hi honey, I'm home. I have a story to tell you.” Whatever the conversation had been, they dropped into silence. “Hi Mary, Mel.” He glanced at the table, but as he leaned to kiss Linda, she pulled away. He took a step back and asked if anyone wanted a drink.
“So what's your story?” asked Linda.
He poured his soda, and said, “It's not important. Sorry to interrupt.”
“LINDA, I don't know what's eating you, but the silent treatment is making me nuts.”
“So what's your story?”
“Do you care?”
“Not really.”
“Is this about your father?” Fritz was afraid to push. He knew a line had been drawn, somewhere, and that onc
