"rain. And now?" "Have you spoken to your son?" asked Reel. She nodded. "Derrick was the one who told me about Valerie. He's very worried. I don't think I've ever seen him like this." "Was that all he told you?" asked Robie, his gaze fixed on her. She looked up at him. "Isn't that enough?" "I suppose it is," agreed Robie, who shot a quick glance at Reel. "But while we're discussing communications, I have to admit that I didn't tell you everything," Claire said slowly. "It's the reason I came by." Both Robie and Reel tensed. "Meaning what?" asked Robie. "Meaning that Roger and I were a bit closer than I led you to believe." Reel said, "You were engaged to be married. That's pretty close." Claire pulled a tissue and dabbed at her eyes. "Roger came back here after he finished graduate school. We were both still in our twenties, with our lives ahead of us. He wanted to make a go of it again, I mean with us as a couple. He wanted me to move with him to Washington. I loved Roger, but I just couldn't bring myself to do that." She paused, and glanced at each of them in turn. "But we parted on a very amicable note." "How so?"