I was overwhelmed by a feeling of guilt. I cowardly changed the answer that was about to come out of my mouth. “I love soup, heat or no heat.”
Before she started with her chatter, I told her about Kyle, leaving out the most embarrassing details.
“He really seems upset about the divorce,” I said, sitting at the table.
She nodded, continuing to mix the soup. “The relationship was destined to end. His wife moved to Edinburgh a few months ago, and they say that she already has another man. You know how unpleasant gossip can be... He's not a shin of a saint, but he's fond of this place and didn’t feel like leaving the village.”
I poured a glass of water from the jug. “Is that why he can’t bring himself to leave?”
The housekeeper served the soup in the dishes, and I started eating eagerly.
