Raymond had slumped all over her couch since he walked in that morning. He was just munching on backs and changing the TV channels. He didn’t even check on her in the kitchen, that was so unlike Ray. He was not his usual bubbly, ever cheerful self. Although he wasn’t close to her remaining friends, he was never dull with her.
“Are you good, Ray? I’ve never seen you like this?”
“I am fine. You should go back I baking and let me wallow in my self-pity.” He pouted and kept munching on the Cheerios.
“You know that wouldn’t make me leave. I need you to talk to me, you know you can.”
“Hmmn. Have you ever felt like a castaway?” He sat up straight.
“Castaway? Who would make you feel that way? You are the sweetest person I be around.”
Ray laughed. “I've always been a castaway all my life, Hal
