Rebecca heard Mr. Caleb’s study chair pushed back. She heard his footsteps, unhurried as always, move down the hallway toward the front door. Then came the sound of the door opening and 2 men greeting each other the way old friends do, not with formality, but with something loud and warm and slightly messy that Mr. Caleb’s house did not usually contain.
“Benjamin,” she heard Mr. Caleb say.
Even in that single word, spoken in his usual even tone, there was something different, something looser.
Rebecca dried her hands on a towel and went to see if she was needed.
Benjamin was nothing like Mr. Caleb. Where Mr. Caleb was contained, Benjamin overflowed. He was a big man with broad shoulders and a wide smile, the kind of laugh that came from the belly and had no interest in being quiet. He was wearing a bright open-collared shirt and carrying a leather travel bag, which he dropped in the middle of the hallway without a second thought. He had the easy, comfortable energy of someone who had spent many years moving between countries and had stopped being surprised by anything.