She shook her head. “Not really.” She paused, and her mouth turned down in a frown. It was clear she was remembering something. “When he first came back, I think he thought things would be different and he would get out…or at least try to.” She took another drag and exhaled the smoke. It was like a fog around her face. “I watched him from the window, several times. He could never cross from the yard to the front sidewalk. I could see him trying, but it was like one of those invisible fences was there.”
I couldn’t imagine.
“So it’s not the amount of time he’s been gone that has me so worried. It’s just the fact that he isgone.”
“How did you not see him leave?” I added, “I don’t mean that to sound accusatory.”
“I just went to the store. I needed to get some groceries.” She shrugged. “It’s not like I need to stay here to keep an eye on him. As you know, I leave all the time.”