Zeke, at least, was harmless. Caleb, who was not, presented the more pressing problem. When Kathleen called to tell me that she and Jack had returned from the wine country, I decided that the time had come for the big reveal. “Ari’s got the information you asked for,” I said. “He wants to tell Jack himself, though I don’t see any reason why you and I can’t be there to listen.” “That’s great!” Kathleen said. “I guess the information makes you know who look bad.” “Very bad. Do you want us to come out today?” “Why don’t we come in? I haven’t even seen your new flat. Say, do you want a couple of living room chairs? They’ll fit in the SUV. Jack’s mom gave them to us, and I don’t have room for them.” “Yeah, I sure do! Thanks. That way you’ll have something to sit on when you’re here.” Jack, Kathleen, and two very modern chairs with wooden arms and burgundy leather cushions arrived at noon. While Jack and Ari wrestled the chairs upstairs, I showed Kathleen the flat.
