7
After David left, I rummaged around in the kitchen to see what I had to eat. I don’t keep a lot of food at the best of times, but my grandmother Gloria, who’s a fabulous cook, is always packing up containers for me. Those were in the freezer and I didn’t want to spend time thawing them out. The pièce de résistance in my refrigerator was a large hunk of sharp cheddar cheese. I dug a box of crackers out of the cupboard, and yes, I had yellow mustard. Just the kind of nutritious snack I craved. I sliced the cheese, laid it on the crackers and liberally squirted mustard over everything. I managed to pop one bite in my mouth before the phone rang.
“Julia?” It was my grandmother. “I tried your cell but you didn’t answer.”
“Oh, I had a client here. Sorry. I had to turn it off.”
“I just saw
