He glanced down at the paper as if he'd never seen it before, then looked back up at her. "Not really. I'm just tryin' to keep up on current events. You know -- be worldly or whatever."

In all honesty, he'd picked up the paper as a means of distracting himself. He didn't want to think about Sam or about what had happened, and he'd figured giving himself something to focus on would help, no matter how little he cared about the rising gas prices or whoever some schmuck in Washington had been caught in bed with this week. It hadn't helped -- he'd spent most of breakfast alternating between staring at the same headline, trying to force the words on the page to make sense, and pushing his steak and eggs around on his plate aimlessly -- but it had been a nice thought. Hell, it'd been the only real thought he'd had all morning.