"Why'd you think anything was between me and him?" I return.
"Well, if there wasn't anything between you two, the man would have hardly called me."
I am so stunned at the news, I didn't know how to react. "James called you?"
"A time or two. Just checking up on me."
"Are you sure it was James?" Good Lord, is she getting one of those mental diseases that plague older folks?
"Of course I know it's. Why do you sound so surprised? You two are together, aren't you? I suspected that's the reason you're too busy to call me."
I ignore her question to ask one of my own. "When was the last time you spoke to him?"
"He called me yesterday morning. Why dear? Is something wrong?'
Something is wrong alright. How could he call Maria, talking to her while he hasn't called me not once!
"No, everything is fine."
"That James is a special sort of man, Emmy. It would be sad for you to lose him."
