He was witty and funny when we talked, but every time Helen or I asked questions that were somehow personal, he gave some bland answer and left. He knew a lot about my life, yet the only information I had of him, I’d gotten from Helen. He might have been a shy man with no particular information to disclose, but somehow, I doubted it. No one without any history of heartbreak would be sealed so tight. He was a puzzle, and it wasn’t my place to learn how to assemble it.
