“Why are you asking about Frances ?” He asks suspiciously.
I smirk at him.
“Nothing. I just wanted to know is all.” I say vaguely.
“And I saw her in town today.” I tell him.
I did see her coming out of a coffee shop on my way to see Hector but didn’t have to luxury to stop and say hi.
“She looks well. Very beautiful.” I comment.
His eyes narrow at me and his hands turn to fists. He catches himself and relaxes his body but it’s too late. He gave himself up already. He let his emotions get the best of him and now I know I have ticked him.
“I mean... young Frances used to be lanky with gangly arms and legs and her braces.” I shake my head recalling her witty little smile and bring blue eyes.
The woman that returned from France is another woman. She’s changed so much.
Her hair wa
