CHAPTER 2
SHE BACKED HER old Saab-convertible down the driveway, only to hit the brakes as a superbly waxed Lexus blocked her path. It was Phillip Lehman flagging her down, which was funny at best. Her neighbor had barely exchanged a word since Robert died. She knew it stood to reason, a woman who had lost both her parents in a car crash three months before she lost a husband in cancer was unlikely to brighten anybody’s day. Caroline was disgusted by how easily she accepted her own dilemma.
“Hi there Mary, you’ve grown,” Phillip told the belted down child. “Good to see you, Caroline.”
“Thanks, and how are you, Phil?”
“Holding up,” he grinned, “it’s been a while. How do you do that? You are more beautiful than ever!” This was his standard fare for the female gender. Phillip who was casu
