THE WIFE THEY BURIED
For the first time all evening, I watched her actually reconsider me, the way you reconsider something you'd mistaken for harmless.
"Well," she said, recovering her smile a moment later, brighter than before, like she'd decided the safest move now was warmth. "I did want to ask you something, actually. I'm hosting a small event, the Salvatore Women's Outreach Program, three days, helping families in need across the country. Just the wives of a few important men. I'd love for you to join us."
"I'll think about it."
"Of course." Her smile held, though it didn't quite reach her eyes anymore, not the way it had at the start of the conversation. "I'll have the invitation sent tomorrow. I do hope