Her mother’s operation was a success.
I figured Rachel would just come back to her own life later.
And for a while that was exactly what happened.
I helped her finish the accounting courses she had abandoned years before. He found a new job and stopped working at my house.
The first day he didn’t come, the house felt strangely silent.
I told myself that I had simply gotten used to having it around.
But a week later, Rachel called me.
Mom wants to see him. He says he wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for you.
They came that Sunday.
The three of us sat on the terrace, had coffee and talked for hours.
The following week, Rachel returned.
And then he came back again.
I soon realized that we no longer needed an excuse.
Sometimes I just called after work and asked:
