“I’m sure he did

“I’m sure he did.”
“You don’t know for sure, though?”
“Not really.” He paused. “I wasn’t around as much as I should have been. There was a time in my life when I used to work too much.”
She could tell it was a difficult admission for him, and she wondered why he’d said it. Before she could dwell on it, the phone rang and they both turned at the sound.
“Excuse me,” she said, rising from her seat, “I have to get that.”
Paul watched her walk away, noticing again how attrac-tive she was. In spite of the direction his medical practice had taken in later years, he’d always remained less inter-ested in appearance than those things a person couldn’t see: kindness and integrity, humor and sensibility. Adri-enne, he was sure, had all those traits, but he got the feel-ing that they’d been unappreciated for a long time, maybe even by her.
He could tell that she had been nervous when she first sat down, and he found that oddly endearing. Too often, especially in his line of work, people seemed intent on try-ing to impress, making sure they said the right things, showcasing those things they did well. Others rambled on, as if they viewed conversation as a one-way street, and nothing was more boring than a hlowhard. None of those traits seemed to apply to Adrienne.
And, he had to admit, it was nice to talk to someone who didn’t know him. During the past few months, he’d al-ternated between spending time alone or fending off ques-tions as to whether or not he was feeling okay. More than once, colleagues had recommended the name of a good therapist and confided that the person had helped them. Paul had grown tired of explaining that he knew what he was doing and that he was sure of his decision. And he was even more tired of the looks of concern they offered in re-sponse.
But there was something about Adrienne that made him feel she would understand what he was going through. He couldn’t explain why he felt that way or why it mattered. But either way, he was sure of it.
Chapter 7
A few minutes later, Paul put his empty cup on the tray, then carried the tray to the kitchen.
Adrienne was still on the phone when he got there, her back toward him. She was leaning against the counter, one leg crossed over the other, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers,nike foamposites. From her tone, he could tell she was finishing up, and he set the tray on the counter.
“Yes, I got your note ... uh-huh . . yes, he’s already checked in. There was a long pause as she listened, and when she spoke again, Paul heard her voice drop. “It’s been on the news all day. . . . From what I hear, it’s supposed to be big,cheap foamposites. . . Oh,replica louis vuitton handbags, okay. . . under the house?. . Yeah, I suppose I can do that I mean, how hard can it be, right?.
You’re welcome. . . . Enjoy the wedding. . . . Good-bye.”
Paul was putting his cup in the sink when she turned around,homepage.
“You didn’t have to bring that in,” she said.
“I know, but I was coming this way anyway. I wanted to find out what we were having for dinner.”
“Are you getting hungry?”
Paul turned on the faucet. “A little. But we can wait if you’d rather.”