The days turned into weeks. Ron and Zanda built a warm friendship; Kolinsky was never mentioned again, while both hoped would remain another unsolved murder.

It was the last day of school before the Christmas break; Ron pulled into his driveway when a beat up 1938 ford pulled in behind him. He got out and went to the driver side of the ford. He stood there a moment, “I wondered if you’d show up again.”

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to.” Kim replied.

“I guess that’s supposed to tell me something. I see you have Brock with you.”

“Can we go in the house and talk?”

“Of course. You can meet my housekeeper, and fill me in on what’s been happening in your world.”

Kim ignored that remarked and got out. She lifted Brock, half asleep from the back seat and they went into the house. Zanda froze in her tracks when they came into the kitchen where she was making dinner, but showed no emotion. Ron introduced the women then they sat at the table.

Zanda could see Ron was in turmoil, “Ron has told me much about you. And now I get the chance to meet you and Brock.” She said.

Kim looked at Zanda but before she answered, Brock nudged her, “I’m hungry mom.”

Zanda smiled, “Of course you are, Brock. You’re a growing boy, and I’ll bet your mom is hungry too.” Zanda said going to the cupboard and getting two more settings. Zanda put a bowl of stew on the table and then poured a glass of milk for Brock. “Let’s sit down and eat, then you and Kim can retire to the living room while I do dishes.” Zanda said, filling Brocks plate.

Brock grinned at Zanda and started to shovel in the stew. The meal went by with little more than please and thank you, then Ron and Kim went to the living room while Zanda talked Brock into helping her in the kitchen

“That’s a nice girl you have with you, Ron. She must be a good housekeeper. I don’t see any empty bottles around.”

“I don’t drink any more. So why did you come back, Kim?”

“Yeah. We might as well put all our cards on the table. I want you to look after Brock for me.”

Ron was taken aback for a moment, “I don’t understand.” He replied.

Kim started to cry. “I’m dying, Ron. I have no kinfolk. I don’t want to leave my son for strangers to raise, and the way he took to Zanda-.” Kim broke off.