It was Jim. “Is she gone?” he asked. “Is who gone?” Karla was so surprised to hear his voice she didn’t immediately connect to the question. “Anna.” “What makes you think—” “I went by the shop to find you, and when I saw that it was closed I thought you were up there because . . . Never mind, it’s not important what I thought.” “Anna had a heart attack.” She was pleased that he’d cared enough to call to check on her. “She’s going to be all right, but it was pretty awful there for a while.” “You should have called me. I would have come up to take care of things for you again.” “I tried, several times, but you were never at home and it wasn’t something I wanted to leave on voice mail.” “Well, I’m here now. What do you want me to do?”
