“I hope I do,” he said. “‘Do nothing today’ is in there, so we can just appreciate the work we did all the other days and watch the birds outside or something. There’s Christmas movie day, write a story day…”
“Write a story?”
“Yeah. Mine are always about Ginger.”
Why wouldn’t they be?
“Nice.”
Once the kitchen was all cleaned up, Baily and I spent the evening in one room, while Del hid out in another, maybe Katherine’s, for all I knew, sifting through her things, like he had Baily’s. That had been my first thought. On our way into bed, however, when Baily and I peeked into the den, we found Del curled up on the couch with the framed photo of me and Katherine against his chest again. Nothing was out of place. If he had been snooping, he’d tidied up this time. Snoring away, his glasses all askew, it looked as if he’d been out a while.