“Good. Could you come by tomorrow at ten? So we can meet. And so you can see the house.”
“Of course.”
“You’re crying,” she said.
I froze. I hadn’t made a sound. At least, I didn’t think I had.
“I’m sorry?”
“It’s all right. It’s raining, too. I can hear it.” There was a short pause. “Ten o’clock tomorrow. 418