Pick up the phone and just talk. Don’t you ever feel like doing that?
‘Not really,’Macon said.
Then Edward baked loudly,and the two of them left.
Well, of course Sarah wasn’t there. He knew it the moment he stepped into the hot, airless house. Really he’d known it all along. He’d just been fooling himself.
The cat ran past him and escaped out the door, and the dog ran round the house, smelling everything and rolling on all the floors. Macon unpacked, took a shower, and did his laundry. The sight of it hanging up over the bathtub reminded
Him of travel. Where was the real difference? Accidental Tourist at. Home, he thought, and he climbed wearily into his body bag.