Drew looked at himself in the mirror and could admit he appeared exhausted. Sleeping in a semi-sitting up position could do that. And that recliner was the most uncomfortable chair he’d ever sat—or tried to recline—in.
Janey was taking the kids over to see Gretchen this morning, and Drew cleaned up his beard so it was nice and neat. He wasn’t sure what he’d do all day in the hospital room with Gretchen, but he wanted to look his best whatever he did.
Showered and shaved, he stepped into his kitchen. His brother liked to call it a science experiment gone wrong, and his mother had labeled it a laboratory more than a kitchen. Drew didn’t mind their teasing. He could make sandwiches and pour himself a bowl of cereal despite the three electric ice cream makers and the two hand-operated ones t
