Gwen nods wisely. She starts to tick off points on her fingers. "Doesn’t seem as interested in you any more. Hang-ups when you pick up the phone. Has to work late a lot more often than he used to."
"None of the above. You forget, he’s always out late."
"Duh," she says and slaps her brow with the palm of her hand. "Working musician."
"Anyway, I can’t quite put my finger on it. We just don’t seem to do as much together. I mean, we used to do the shopping as a couple. Yard work, household chores. Now he’s says that if I’m getting groceries, it’s more efficient if he puts in a laundry, or does some weeding in the garden. I liked that we did that kind of thing together, but now we hardly do."
"So tell him."
"I have. It doesn’t help."
"And is he taking more out-of-town gigs than he used to?"
I shake my head. "No, but that’s a funny thing. I was looking at the calendar the other day and noticed that most of his out-of-town gigs are during a full moon. Then I checked the Web site his booking agent put up for him, and he’s always out of town during the full moon."
Gwen smiles. "Maybe he’s a werewolf."