She called again on Friday.

I said all right.

We met in the parking lot of a Denny’s on Hammer Lane in Stockton at two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon, because I had the girls at four and because I did not want her inside a building I would have to go back to.

She had been married to Gideon Frayne for fourteen months.

She was thirty-two.

She said she wanted to start seeing them.