I am sitting across the table from Kate at Panera. She is working a jigsaw puzzle. No surprises so far. A minute ago she said, “You know, you are the one person I trust.” I told her I wanted her to trust me always. She closed her eyes a minute. I asked if she were tired. She said she was, but she didn’t want to go home. Then she said, “I know your name.” There was a very slight pause, and she said, “Richard Creighton.” She hasn’t said anything since. She looks very tired. I wonder what she is thinking? What is on her mind? I would really like to know.
It is now a few minutes later. Kate said, “I’ll get out of it.” I stopped and looked at her and said, “Is there something I could help you with?” She said no. Then she said, “i’m just kinda out of it.” In another few minutes, she said, “Lawrence Willcox.” He was a friend of ours at TCU. She didn’t say anything about him, just his name. I asked how she happened to think of him. She said, “I don’t know. It just came to me.” She seems to be in a very reflective mood.
