them.
âCyril,â Lewis said, âIâd like you to meet Maggie Okada and my granddaughter Laura.â
âPleased to meet you,â Cyril said.
âLong way to drive just to say hello,â Maggie said.
Cyril smiled at her. âWell, actually, I was expecting Lewis to call.â He looked at Lewis. âWhen you didnât, I guess I started to worry. But now I can see that everything is fine.â
âThanks for the concern.â
âLaura and I will start carrying in the groceries,â Maggie said.
Lewis nodded. âIâll be right there.â To Cyril, âCome in. Have some tea with us.â
Cyril looked at the full car. âI can see Iâve come at a bad time. Iâm a bit rushed anyway.â He watched Maggie and Laura go into the house. âCute kid.â
âYes, she is.â
âHow did everything turn out?â
âI suppose you heard theyâre calling Martinâs death an accident.â
Cyril nodded.
âThatâs about it and I donât know what to make of it.â
Cyril looked like he didnât know what to say.
Lewis didnât want to go into detail about Fondaâs and the Penitentes. He didnât really understand what was driving him and he was embarrassed and he didnât want to pull yet another person into the thick of the mess.
âListen, Iâd better get out of here and let you help with the unloading before you get into trouble. âHe made a move toward his car.
âNo, come on in, have tea and sit.â
âSure.â Cyril helped carry in the groceries, then went back to the car.
âWeâll get that other stuff later,â Lewis told him.
Cyril wanted coffee instead of tea. The men sat in the living room. Maggie and Laura went out for a walk.
âI guess I rubbed your friend the wrong way,â Cyril said.
âMaybe. Itâs a big step, her moving in here.â
âOh, thatâs whatâs in the car. I didnât know. I really should leave and let you two get things squared away.â
âTheyâve gone for a walk now.â
They sat quietly and looked out the front window at the view off the mountain.
âThat really is some piece of real estate,â Cyril said of the plateau below. âThat gorge is something.â
âYeah,â Lewis agreed, sipping his tea.
âAgain, Iâm really sorry about your friend Martin.â
Lewis nodded. âHe was a special fellow.â
âWere you very close?â
âReasonably, I guess.â Lewis looked at Cyril. âWhat did you think of him?â
âHe was really concerned about his dog. Thatâs always a good sign to me.â
âDid he ever talk to you about anything?â Cyril asked.
Lewis chuckled. âThatâs a broad question.â
âI mean like his dog and what was wrong with it. Something seemed to be bothering him when he came to my office. More than just the dog.â
Lewis rubbed his chin. âIâm not recalling anything.â
The back door made a noise being opened.
âThanks for the coffee, but Iâd better let you, you know.â
Lewis smiled. âYeah, Maggie can be tough, too.â
âIâll bet.â
âIâll be in touch,â Lewis said. âThanks for coming out.â
Lewis walked the man outside where they shook hands. Cyril climbed into his Jeep. Lewis watched the car round the bend of the drive, then grabbed the first of Maggieâs things to bring in. Maggie held the door for him.
âCyrilâs the vet I told you about,â Lewis said. He put his load down on the table.
âWhat did he want?â Maggie asked. There was an edge to her voice.
âWhatâs wrong, Maggie?â
âAll this stuff is scary,â she said softly, mindful of Laura who was rinsing off a plum to eat.
âI know. Itâs okay though.â He hugged her.
âMushy, mushy,â Laura
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