Help

I ignored his insult. I wondered what kind of logic allowed him to believe that me being a platonic support for his widow for two whole years after he was (supposedly) dead and buried, constituted anything like a similar betrayal to him screwing his client. So I simply asked, in measured tone.

“And does your former client know you’re still alive... apparently?”

”No... but I think she might need my help... which is why I’m telling you this, and how you can help me help her.”

“Are we talking practical or financial help?” I asked, unable to hide my suspicion.