By the time she had stopped monologuing Donya spotting Mr. Stewart, an older man with hair more grey than blond and wore jeans more often than work clothes. His response to her question regarding Andrew's whereabouts troubled her. He stated that not too long ago Andrew had decided to go home. Something along the lines of him not feeling up to par.
Donya furrowed her eyebrows and stepped out of the way, allowing Mr. Stewart to bring several boxes into the room. A few things didn't sit right. Sick? Those weren't the exact words Mr. Stewart used but he alluded to it. He sounded fine when they spoke on the phone this morning during their rutine call, so how could he develop an illness so suddenly?
Humans are fragile, Don, it's nothing out of the ordinary. That's what she told herself. Howe
