There was so much to do. All the things Vince had put off prior to the funeral were on a long list to take care of today and he didn’t mind.
Stay busy.
Stay busy.He began making pancakes. Flour. Eggs. Milk. Measure. Mix. Rest.
Melanie had already showered and was in her room. Good little girl getting herself up each day, showering, keeping her room tidy. He’d been forever reminding Susie to do the same until she’d gone to high school and suddenly cared about how she looked.
He stuck his head out of the kitchen. ‘Breakfast in ten, Melly.’
There was a muffled response which he hoped was acknowledgement.
Yesterday they’d played board games and watched television and eaten fruit and chocolate from baskets sent by Liz and other people. There’d been a lasagne on the doorstep when they’d go
