Since it was you, your feet? I think however don't say.
'There's a sandwich in the ice chest,' is my main thing say. 'Abigail made it.'
'Is she here?' He looks towards the kitchen, back to me.
'No, she was away around seven.' I get up leisurely, approach the entryway, mindful of him filling the casing. Briefly maybe he won't let me through, yet without a moment to spare, he moves and I edge past into the foyer.
He doesn't follow me. It's nothing, not as much as nothing, yet he would normally. Typically, he would shadow me, talking meanwhile as he did when he was small. In any case, he doesn't. I wonder where he's been. I can't help thinking about the thing he's been doing this load of hours. I wonder what his identity is.
The sandwich is cold. I add a few crisps I find in the store pa
