Chapter Two  Earl Grey Breakfast Tea  Share a cup of tea with me and meet Lindsey Carver. Two weeks had passed since my brief visit from C.C.  As I collected the mail Monday morning, I discovered a letter posted from New Jersey.  It was addressed to Christopher Charles Carver  , in care of me, Justine Carter.  As I placed the letter on my desk to await the reappearance of my vanished guest, or word from him, I  noticed the name on the return address was Lindsey Carver.   I  couldn’t  help but wonder at the odds that Charles had chosen a faithful, loving spouse who even now thought he was here visiting an old friend.  Before I could entertain the idea another moment, a knock at the door revealed another unexpected visitor.  Here was a beautiful , young woman, slightly out of breath who revealed to me that she was C.C.’s wife. As she entered my apartment she smiled a winsome smile and apologized for being out of breath because she “seldom took the stairs anymore”.   I stood agape  as she whisked about the room, noticed the letter addressed to Charles on my desk, picked it up, smiled, and put it down.  She flopped somewhat gracefully  on to my couch and  announced that she had heard  all about me from C.C.  I was a bit taken aback with my early morning visitor, for I had planned to eat breakfast and head to work momentarily.  Instead I phoned my boss to tell him that I had unexpected company from out of town and that I’d be in shortly before noon. Lindsey and I polished off a breakfast that she declared “fit to die for” and settled back with a cup of tea.  Although our ensuing conversation was pleasant, we actually talked about nothing of substance.  I was , however, amazed to learn that she was neither shaken nor surprised to learn Charles wasn’t here.  It was almost as though the only thing she and he had in common was showing up on my doorstep unannounced. With an engaging smile and no explanation, she asked if she could “camp out” through noon today because she knew no one in town and would not need to be at her appointment until 2:30.  This was the first indication of why she was in town, and there was no further reference as to where or with whom she was meeting.  All I really knew about her was that she and C.C. were married three years ago and that she had never met my friend Wanda because she and C.C. lived “up the coast from his mom”.  “Not much of an excuse never to have met your husband’s mother” I thought, but with little time before my train in to work, I left her with the TV remote and an “I wish we could have talked more”.