Trevor reached over and turned off his computer. The lessons had been easy today, so he finished in record time. As he was closing his notebook, he heard the door open and CD bark. Jen must be home.
He found her in the kitchen with bags of groceries. She greeted him and handed him a donut. “I rescued one for you before they were gone. Want coffee?”
He shook his head no. “Can I help with something?”
“That would be great. I’m making sandwiches for the workers and thought we could run them over.”
They started an assembly line; Jen put mayonnaise and/or mustard on the bread, and Trevor added lunchmeat, cheese, and lettuce and cut them in half. Together they put them into individual sandwich bags.
“How are you doing, Trevor, I mean really doing? I know when I go
