Morgan was standing in front of her refrigerator as though something delicious was going to magically appear. Nothing was happening and nothing appealed to her. She sighed. She really needed to up her shopping game.
She perked up when her phone rang, even though the odds that it was someone offering to bring her food was slim to none. Almost as good, it was Scott Wellington.
“I’m more than willing to talk about Scotty to either you or your mother or both of you, but I’d like you to come here. I know that’s an expense and an inconvenience, but I’ve found a couple boxes of Scotty’s that he left here that I’d like you to look at.”
“Not a problem,” Morgan said quickly. “When would you like one or both of us to come?”
“I work a four-day week, so any Friday and Saturday would work for me. Su
