The last time they spoke, although she did not know it would be the last, she was sitting on the lounge in their daughter’s house and he came into the room and sat down opposite her. He leaned against the armrest on the turquoise plush couch or did he cross his legs and recline back? It was a warm autumn evening. She’d seen him arrive just before her with his wife and the woman’s daughter. As she’d looked for a place to park he’d emerged from his car. He’d made a traditional European cucumber salad and cooked up a batch…