"What?" His mind reeled.
"Yes, my brother, Giles."
Oliver vaguely remembered Francesca telling him about a brother. "Oh yeah, Giles," he said.
"He's a pilot for Delta. He comes by sometimes when he has a layover.
Can you come over now?"
"Uh, sure—be about half an hour, I guess."
"I can't believe it!" Francesca said.
"Me neither. Great! See you." Oliver walked quickly to the Jeep and drove to Ballard, struggling to adjust.
Francesca was waiting in front of the house. They had a long wordless hug. Oliver felt immediately the familiar calm that radiated outward from them, only now he seemed to take a more active part in generating it.
"You've changed," she said, stepping back and looking at him closely.
"I've caught up, I think."