They Went on a Holiday Cruise and Left Me With a Man They Called a “Problem”

era. “Thank you for opening your home. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

“Come in before the neighbors think I’m charging admission,” I replied. “And it’s Eleanor. Mrs. Harris sounds like someone who brings a casserole to every church funeral.”

His mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. But not disapproval either.

Once everyone was inside, the familiar hallway continue reading …