Zane shut the heavy bedroom door behind him and leaned against the frame with both hands in his pants pockets.

He watched me unzip the top of the canvas bag and lay my hairbrush on the mirror tray on the dresser.

“We can’t stay in Oak Creek right now,” he said.

“The house is fine,” I said to him.

He went to the little nightstand, took a blue paper envelope out of the top drawer and laid it flat on the bedspread between us.

“I bought two tickets on the morning flight to Orlando.