Life has a rather sick sense of humor. Because of course, the afternoon after I railed Jason, the first customer at the bakery would be Willem.

He's comes cautiously to the counter where I am, a bouquet of wild roses in his hands. He hands them to me, and I'm happy we're the only two in the dining area.

"Hi. It's been a while," I say.

He shakes his head at my weak attempt at pleasantries. "Joe told me your man is back."

My man. That's who he is, isn't he? I remember ...