“Nothing.” “What do you mean, nothing? That guy came out of the diner and you just changed your mind?” “I saw something.” “What do you mean, you saw something?” “I saw him kiss Lucy.” “Oh,” Jimmy said. He understood instantly. Holden had never said he liked Lucy, in fact, whenever Jimmy brought it up Holden had shot him down, but Jimmy knew. He knew by the way Holden looked at Lucy, the way he spoke to her, the way he acted when she was around, that there was something between them. And he understood why he was upset to see her with another man. It was a blow. Jimmy slapped Holden on the back. He’d taken the death of his wife very hard. Anyone would, but for Holden it had been two years and he still couldn’t seem to shake the sadness of it. She’d been dead almost as long as she and Holden had been married, but Holden showed very few signs of being ready to move forward with his life. They were sitting in the J10 outside the diner.
