Rebecca smiled at that. “Does he have family who visit?”
Grace thought for a moment. “He has a friend, Mr. Benjamin, who comes from time to time. They’ve known each other since they were boys. Other than that…” She shrugged gently. “No, not really. No wife, no children that I know of.”
She paused, looking down at her tea. “It is a big house for 1 person, but that is his choice, and I have learned not to wonder about it too loudly.”
Rebecca looked out at the garden again. A small brown bird had landed on the fence and was sitting there doing nothing in particular, looking around with quick, bright eyes.
No children that I know of.
She did not know why those words sat in her chest for a moment before moving on.
She finished her tea, helped Grace wash the cups, and said her goodbyes at the gate.
“Monday morning,” Grace said, holding the gate open. “7:00. Don’t be late. He will notice.”
“I won’t be late,” Rebecca said.
She walked back down the palm-tree-lined street toward the bus stop, her bag over her shoulder, the midday sun warm on the back of her neck. The city was loud again out there: honking, voices, the smell of roasting food drifting from somewhere nearby. She let it wash over her.