Sunday morning, Mrs. Atkins cooked her usual big breakfast selection. It was hard to enjoy with the lump in my throat so I mostly just poked and prodded until Dr. Moore showed up. With his help, I came up with a list of things I wanted to ask and get off my chest. I nervously stared at my list until the doorbell rang at 10am.
"I'll get it." Mr. Atkins stood up. He glanced at me. "Do you want to do this in the living room or the kitchen?"
"Here." I patted the table. I would like to keep a distance between us and I really think the table will help with that.
The already crowded room was a tight fit as Mr. Atkins returned with Mr. Duncan and Jeremy Patterson.
Mrs. Atkins frowned at Jeremy as he awkwardly stood in the doorway. "Jeremy. I'm Mary, Wayne's wife."
Jeremy nodded slowly, looking less intimidating without his sunglasses. He looked unsure of himself.
