Back in Albany
Little Oliver watched as his sister picked on her food as a lazy smile stretched on her lips. Her eyes glimmered with a new found happiness. But what could have made her so happy? The sound of a fork dropping on the plate snapped her out of her reverie.
Lorraine realized that she had dropped her fork while day dreaming about a certain someone.
"I'll go get another one", she said, embarrassed as she got up.
"I'm late", Oliver said as he got up from his seat.
"Alright then. Let me just get my bag", she said, changing her mind and direction.
"Lorrie, you know you don't have to walk me to school. I'm eleven, I can take care of myself", he protested.
"Oliver, you know it's not safe until I say it's safe", she gave him a disapproving gaze.
"But nothing has happened so far", he protested.
