When we got home, the dining room had completely transformed. It used to be clean, and well organized, yet now it looks like a tornado of papers went by. The adults had papers on every available surface of the dining room table, and had even pinned some to the walls. And the amount of adults had doubled. Mr. Duncan showed up and Coach had beaten us home after pizza. The final member was introduced as George Pickens, the Atkins family attorney.
Mr. Pickens sat quietly beside Dr. Moore and listened to his medical jargon regarding me and my issues. He looked like a grampa on the brink of retirement, but he gave off the vibe of someone that shouldn't be messed with.
Mr. Duncan hovered over me. "Are you alright, Jake? I've heard everything from Mary and Wayne, however, I'm still worried."
I shrugged. I'm fine now, I guess. The Atkins seemed to have everything covered.
