Maxwell felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Is this how Andrew had felt when he had been on his way to meet his parents? God, he hoped not. This felt awful.
He was pretending like everything was fine, since he could tell that Andrew was freaking out and he didn't want to add to his plate of troubles. That didn't mean that Maxwell was doing okay.
His hands were shaking, but thankfully Andrew hadn't noticed. He was begging and praying that Andrew's suggestion of getting the same type of flowers that he had gotten for Maxwell's Mother was a good suggestion. He had only met this Mrs. Proctor once with his Father before, and she had been a strict woman who had barely smiled.
