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falling asleep on Brian’s couch before the eleven o’clock news. Lola had declined his invitation to pizza and, I gathered from his side of the conversation, was only slightly miffed at my presence after he explained it.
    How I arrived in his spare bedroom, I didn’t know. The logical answer was I sleepwalked myself in here. The real answer was probably Brian carried me in and tucked me into bed. I glanced over at the clock. It was a little after eight. Olivia was opening Bread and Batter today, so I didn’t have to be in until later. I wonder if she’d heard about Calista. I’d call her if only I knew where my phone was. I’d probably find it when I packed to move.
    Now that it was daylight, I felt a little silly, never mind awkward, being in Brian’s house. The chances of a serial killer running around Destiny were minuscule. Right? I was even less sure that Calista had been murdered. Maybe Brian was right and it was from natural causes. Maybe she’d had an undetected heart problem. I still felt sad and brushed at the tears leaking out from the corners of my eyes.
    I finally got out of bed, peeled off my pajamas, and got dressed in my clothes from yesterday. I pulled a brush out of my purse and tried to do something with my hair. I ended up twisting it into a ponytail and sliding a rubber band on it. At least it looked halfway neat that way. I was way overdue for a trim. I didn’t wear a lot of makeup, so not having it didn’t bother me too much. I opened the guest bedroom door at the same time Brian opened his bedroom door. We “good morninged” and I headed for the bathroom.
    â€œDid you hear any more about Calista?” I asked when I found him in the kitchen.
    â€œI fell asleep, same as you. It was after one when I came to.”
    â€œHow did I get to bed?”
    He grinned at me. “I carried you. You slept right through it.”
    â€œThanks for doing that.” I felt myself blushing. Why, I’m not sure. Being that we were married once, it wasn’t the most intimate moment we’ve ever shared. We’ve even had some fairly decent kisses since our divorce. Pre-Lola, naturally.
    â€œNo problem.” He switched on the TV sitting on the counter and turned it to the local news channel. “Maybe they’ll say something about it soon. Breakfast?”
    I shook my head. “No thanks. I’m not hungry. I’m still shocked about Calista.”
    â€œI know what you mean.” He placed his hand on the back of my head for a few seconds, and I fought the urge to arch my back like a cat and purr.
    I knew I should go home. I had packing to start, movers to call, but I didn’t really want to be alone just yet. I glanced at the TV. Commercials were still playing. “I found a place yesterday. A Victorian over on Bradley. It’s perfect. You can tell Mr. McCray I’m moving Saturday.”
    He leaned against a kitchen counter and muted the commercial. “That’s great. You know I’ll miss seeing you around here.”
    â€œMe too. I mean, I’ll miss seeing you, not seeing me.” Tears filled my eyes again. This time they were only half for Calista. “How’s your grandmother doing? My new landlady knows her.”
    I thought about Jane Addair, Brian’s grandmother. She might be perfect for Ed McCray, if she were still Jane Addair. She used to live in the apartment I was being asked to vacate. Now she lives with Brian’s parents next to Danforth Orchards, because she’s always in one of the stages of dementia or another.
    When Brian and I started dating in high school, Jane was the family matriarch. She ran the Addair Funeral Home with all the aplomb of a drill sergeant. I worked as a receptionist there on and off while I was in high school and college, so I saw firsthand what a savvy businesswoman she was. She took no nonsense from her employees, but her heart was as soft as melted ice