“Because you looked lonely.”
Barry’s hand stopped above his coffee.
“Where’s your father?”
“He died before I was born.”
“What was his name?”
“Frank. Mom said his mom’s name is Evelyn.”
His spoon struck the bowl.
I grabbed Emma’s hand.
“Where’s your father?”
“You knew him?”
Barry stared at her face.
“You have his eyes.”
“How did you know my husband?”
He pushed his chair back.
“What’s your last name?”
“You knew him?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Please.”
