Chapter 7
“Your mom is still resting. I didn’t want to wake her,” Rodney said.
Neil took in his dad, neatly dressed in khakis and a white golf shirt that contrasted against his tan. Rodney Friessen was a handsome man. His gray hair also had that freshly cut look, but then, Neil was pretty sure his dad had stopped to get his hair cut before picking up his mom from the rehab center the day before.
“So how did you sleep?” Neil was barefoot and reached for one of the dark green mugs set on a platter in front of the coffeepot.
“Good, I guess.” His dad shrugged as he poured some cream into his coffee, stirring it with a spoon and tapping it on the edge before putting it in the sink.
Neil looked over at his dad. They’d always been the same height, but he wondered whether his dad had shrunk a
