But other people noticed. Well, one other person noticed. Eleanor was a sharp cookie and she'd always been pretty observant. One evening, after he'd come back from the office, she sidled up to him in a conspiratorial fashion.
"Hey, what's going on with you and Holly?" She asked.
"Nothing's going on," he replied, in a tone that tiptoed a fine line between startled and hysterical, "what do you mean, 'what's going on?'"
"Well, the two of you have barely spoken to each other in the last week or so. Before that, you were all over each other like a rash. Have you had a falling out?"
"No, everything's fine. She's fine. I'm fine. The novelty has probably just worn off a little for her."
"If you say so," Eleanor said, not sounding remotely convinced for a nanosecond.
And on it went, this pecu
