Ashes

​Andrew told me over the phone that sprinkling his wife's ashes with her children had been a good and bad experience. "I know I have to move on more than I have. And the kids helped me with my move; they carried the heavier stuff to my new apartment. It's just across the hall from my old one." 

"That's handy," I said, trying to feel my way out of the awkward call I had just made. 

Andrew changed the subject again. "I'm looking for those wolf photos. I haven't forgotten."

"You have a lot more on your mind than wolves. I'll call you when I complete the story. It's well on its way. And thanks." 

He and I wished each other well and hung up. 

What do you see developing between Andrew and me?