to the dining room and back again.
They spoke in low voices near the refrigerator.
They touched her arm.
They told her Robert had been a good man.
They were right, but saying it out loud did not put him back in his recliner, where the cushion still held the shape of him from years of Sunday football and late-night invoices.
Daniel arrived in a dark suit that looked expensive and uncomfortable on him.
His wife had not come.
He said the flights were a mess, the traffic was worse,
