One week later …
I sat alone in my favorite booth in Rumsfeld Coffee, sipping my coffee as I scrolled through my phone’s news feed. Every now and then I’d look around to see if Uncle Josh was here yet, but so far I had seen neither hide nor hair of him, despite the fact that he told me that he was going to be here to have breakfast with me. Then again, I had gotten here five minutes early and I understood that Uncle Josh was not a particularly punctual man, from what Mom told me. I gotta admit, though, I was a little annoyed about him being late, because as much as I enjoyed Rumsfeld Coffee and the coffee they served, I felt awkward sitting here by myself in a booth that was designed for more than just one person.
“But you’re not alone,” said TW in my head suddenly. “I’m here if you’re b
