Ashley went home, Linda returned to her project, and Fritz tried to think about the Middle Ages. As afternoon drifted into evening, he aimlessly turned pages, randomly flipped through books. Unable to concentrate, he pushed them aside. Sensing his restlessness, Linda closed her laptop.
“Are you OK?” she asked.
“I keep going over this in my head. I hope it goes all right.”
“If I didn't have to get this project done, I'd be a nervous wreck.” She glanced through the bay window behind him at the pink sky between the trees. “But you're not going through, so I'm not worried.” Fritz knew she wasn't exactly truthful, when she twisted the ends of her hair, from ear to shoulder, her tell. “Would you turn the other light on, please?”
“What do you think about Ashley's going?” Fritz flipped the swi
