It was inevitable that the talk would turn personal on some level; and
she had nothing to hide。 〃I realized that you were right。 The holidays
are closing in。 Im hoping to take home a little extra strength。 Theyll
be tough。〃
His voice iss him a lot?〃
〃Yes。 It isnt as bad as it was。 I can accept that hes gone now。 Im
used to waking up without him。 The people around me are having more
trouble。 Theyre sometimes so solicitous itd make you sick。
Thanksgivings apt to be one long lets…cheer…up…Anne ordeal。〃
Mitch blew out a breath。 〃Oh; boy。 I know what you mean there。〃
〃How so?〃 she asked; not letting it go this time。 〃Are you married?〃
Lips pursed; he studied his hands。 〃No。〃
〃Have you ever been married?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Are you divorced?〃
〃No。〃
〃Separated?〃
〃No。〃
There was only one other possibility。 It made sense on many different
levels。
〃My wife died;〃 he said; looking at her now。
Anne saw the pain in his eyes。 〃Im sorry。 You must have loved her very
much。〃
&(l did。〃
〃How did she die?〃
His jaw clenched; and anger joined the pain。 She was wondering if the
anger was directed at her; when he grew mellow again。 〃Id rather not go
into it。 Thatd be getting more personal than we planned。〃
〃But it helps to talk sometimes。 Doesnt it? I mean; if youre angry…〃
〃Whos angry?〃
〃I thought I saw…〃
〃What about your anger? Ive heard it; you know。 Do you talk about it?〃
He pushed his chair back but didnt rise。 Both hands clutched the edge
of the table。 〃You dont know what Im feeling。 You dont know anything
about me; about my work; my responsibilities。 How can you be so
sanctimonious?〃
She recoiled。 〃Sanctimonious? I was just trying to help。 After what I
went through not so long ago; I may be feeling some of what you are; and
yes; I may want to talk about it。 I may want a little help; myself。〃
The confession startled her。 She was wondering where it had e from;