I asked, “Would you like more?”
“What I would like is for my husband to call me when he decides not to come home at night.”
“Does he usually call?”
She shared a doe-eyed look with me that just about melted my heart. “He does. Every night. Events like last night never happen. I always know where he’s at. Not a night has gone by without a call. It’s an understanding between us.”
“I’m sure he forgot,” I said, drinking my glass of orange juice.
She shook her head, and said, “He doesn’t forget things like that.”
“Did you try the studio?”
She did, and a variety of other places. Maddy said, “I even went to the fire station.”
I gave her a look of puzzlement and asked, “Why the fire station?”
“Because one of his assumed boyfriends works there. Buddy Fairwood.”