William Cass

Lupe had been Mr. Naylor’s housekeeper/cook for twelve years, since shortly after his wife died. Before starting, intimated by the grandeur of his waterfront estate, she’d googled him: he’d bought and sold several companies prior to turning forty, then settled into an even more lucrative career as a venture capitalist until retirement. No children; he […]

*****She was in her seventies.  Him: early forties.  Lived in two small houses separated by her short hedge of rosemary.  He rented; she owned.  Edge of town, woods behind, tiny creek there.   They kept to themselves.  A few words occasionally exchanged, but mostly just nods or a raised hand.  Each lived alone.  By the