“See if I can get my old job back, or one like it. Start rebuilding my life.”
“I’m not so sure I can keep on living here either. Too much has happened, too many things have changed.” She paused. “What’s San Francisco like?”
“It can be a beautiful city-the most beautiful city in the world.”
“Would I like it if I came there?”
He looked at her for a long moment. “I think so,” he said finally. “I think you might.”
“I’ll be staying at the Tribucci house for a few days,” she said, “with Judy and Ann and the baby. Vince will go with Johnny. Now especially it’s a time none of us should be alone.”
He waited, not speaking.
“Will you come for dinner tomorrow?”
“Yes,” he said, “I’d like that.”
“Will you walk me there now?”
Cain nodded, and they stood together and strode slowly out of the church. It was still snowing lightly, but there was very little wind; the clouds overhead had begun dividing, and you could see patches of deep velvet sky through the fissures. The storm was nearly over.
In a few short hours it would be the day before Christmas.
