when Mitch sat back and asked quietly; 〃How did Jeff die?〃
She glanced around the room; but there was no avoiding the issue。 So she
studied her wedding band。 〃He was in an accident。〃
〃I know that。 But what kind? Were you with him?〃
She shook her head。 〃No。〃
〃Tell me。〃
〃He was on a business trip。 The plane went down。〃
In the silence that followed; she raised her eyes。 Mitch looked pale。
〃When did it happen?〃 he asked。
〃Last January。〃 He flinched。 It was a while before he said; 〃Its been
nearly a year。 Do you date at all?〃
〃No。〃
〃You should。〃
〃Now look whos being sanctimonious。 When did your wife die?〃
〃Last winter。〃 He held her gaze。
〃Do you date?〃 It was a foolish question。 She knew it the minute she saw
the wry twist of his mouth。
〃Im not sure youd call it dating。 When I want a woman; I get one。〃 He
took a breath; paused on the verge of saying more; then dropped it。 〃At
any rate; I have other obligations。〃
〃Female…related obligations?〃
He watched her closely。 〃Yes。〃
〃see。〃
〃No; I doubt you do。 But maybe thats better for now。〃
She didnt know what he meant; but she wasnt asking。 She had too much
pride。 Besides; questions werent part of the deal。 If she hadnt asked
that last one; she wouldnt be feeling suddenly low。
Mitch stirred。 〃Do me a favor?〃 His eyes were softer。 〃Take those pins
out of your hair and put a red ribbon in it。〃
〃I dont have a red ribbon。〃
〃Anything bright will do。〃
〃Am I that depressing to be with?〃
He left his seat then and circled the table。 〃No; Annie。 Ive never
found you depressing。〃 He began removing the hairpins and didnt stop
until he had her hair spread over her shoulders。 Then he hunkered down
so that he was closer to eye level。 〃But I think you overdo the
starkness。 You dont have to punish yourself for your husbands death。
Losing him is ample punishment all by itself。〃
She had to hand it to him。 He was perceptive enough; but she assumed
that he spoke from experience。 So what was his punishment? His arm?