knack for thatsort of thing. So, let me get that file from the other room and you can have a look at it.â
I took it from her feeling like a total fraud. Iâve been lucky and happened on to some solutions in the past, itâs true, but I was getting nowhere with this, and I hated to see her so hopeful when I was probably going to let her down.
âIâll take this home and look at it where I can concentrate,â I said after Iâd glanced through it quickly. While Iâd flipped pages, sheâd stood beside me with an expectant air, like I might, at any minute, leap to my feet, shout âAha!â and solve the whole thing.
âOh, well, okay.â She sounded disappointed but covered it with an overly bright smile.
âYou know, I really canât promise anything,â I said, feeling like a criminal myself.
âOf course not, dear. You just do your best. Iâm sure it will all be fine in the long run.â
Betts walked part of the way home with me. âYou must have
some
ideas,â she said.
âThe thing is, Betts, I donât know any of these people. Itâs hard when I have no background or anything to go on. I mean, I canât even tell if someone is doing anything unusual or out of character.â
âI see what you mean,â she agreed, nodding, but then shrugged it off. âYouâll still figure it out, though. I know you will. You
have
to.â
âIâll sure try,â I said, pushing down feelings of hopelessness. Changing the subject, I asked her how things were with her and her boyfriend, Derek.
âOkay, I guess.â She shrugged.
âHe knows youâre home, right?â
âYeah. I called him Saturday, after you left. Heâs supposed to come over tonight.â
Something didnât seem quite right about that. If he hadnât seen her for two weeks before she called, why was he taking until Tuesday to see her?
âWas everything okay with you two before you went away? Uh, I meanâ¦â
She laughed. âBefore we
pretended
to go away. I know, itâs weird. My mom was kind of in a state and some of the ideas she came up with then werenât what youâd call totally sane.â
âI guess anyone would be pretty upset over some-thing like that and not thinking exactly straight.â
âI guess. It was awful, though, stuck in the house, not allowed to go anywhere or call anyone.â
âIâm surprised your mom answered the door the day I saw her and went over to your place.â
âThatâs only because I saw you and I told her if she didnât let you in I was going to.â
âRight. Well, anyway, like I was asking, were things okay with you and Derek the last time you saw him?â
âI suppose. But you know, itâs not the same as it was before. Iâm thinking it might be time to dump him.â
âWhat do you mean, itâs not the same? Whatâs changed?â
She stopped walking and turned to face me. âHeâs, like, all wrapped up in other things all the time. When we started going out everything was great. He used to pay a lot of attention to me. Now thereâs hardly any, I dunno exactly, romance, maybe. No, itâs more like excitement. Thatâs just not there anymore.â
âYou still like him, though, donât you?â
âYeah, I like him. Iâm just not sure if itâs
that way
now.â She laughed and shook her head. âThis probably isnât the best time for me to make this kind of decision. Anyway, Iâm starting to sound like some stuck-up, high-maintenance girlfriend, which I donât really think I am.â
âNo, youâre not,â I agreed. And she isnât. She just never seems to really know what she wants, and every relationship ends like this â with a note of dissatisfaction. Derek had outlasted all previous boyfriends, though, and Iâd thought she was