Andrew told me over the phone that sprinkling his wife's ashes with her children had been a good and bad experience. "I know I have to move on more than I have. And the kids helped me with my move; they carried the heavier stuff to my new apartment. It's just across the hall from my old one."
"That's handy," I said, trying to feel my way out of the awkward call I had just made.
Andrew changed the subject again. "I'm looking for those wolf photos. I haven't forgotten."
"You have a lot more on your mind than wolves. I'll call you when I complete the story. It's well on its way. And thanks."
He and I wished each other well and hung up.
What do you see developing between Andrew and me?
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