"Thank you," Eric said.
She looked at him for a moment, a small, sturdy woman with tired eyes. "This must be very strange for you," she said.
"Yeah," he said. "I'd imagine it's pretty strange for you, too."
She laughed a little. "My husband told me about Melissa on our third date. Seventeen years ago. He told me he'd always wondered. So I've been wondering too. For a long time." She shook her head. "It's different when it's real, though."
"Yeah," Eric said. "It is."
She went back inside. He drank the tea. It was very sweet and very cold.
When the door opened again, it was Daniel who came out alone. He crossed the street with his hands in his pockets and stopped at the driver's side window, and for a moment the two men regarded each other through the open window.