“Do you love her?” My mouth falls open at her candid questions. “Listen, when you get to be my age, things become simpler. If you want to know something, you ask. So I’m asking you. What is it that’s got you sneaking in here in the middle of the night?”

I feel a half-smile dance across my face. This is my kind of lady.

“She’s something special to me, and some things got twisted up tonight. I’m here because she won’t answer the phone and let me ...