Ed hesitated at the doorway. He had been told that he had free reign of the house, yet he still felt a little uncomfortable, as if he were intruding on Liza’s privacy. No matter how often she had protested that he was welcome to make himself totally at home, he had confined himself mostly to the kitchen and his bedroom.

Elisa was sitting in a comfortable chair with her back to the door. She hadn’t stirred and Ed wasn’t sure if she were aware that he was standing there. He fanned himself briefly with the photo in his hand as he watched her in his indecision. He stopped and frowned at the photo. It was as if that old bit of paper were trying to make its presence known, to remind Ed why he was there.

That did it.

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