Calvin
He’d seen Marilyn go quiet about halfway through lunch and wondered what she was thinking, then her eyes he noted were only on the boys for a time, and he wondered if she recalled having a family dinner with him like this before. They’d never done that here in this house, it was always at his parents' home.
He wasn’t the only one to notice it either. He saw his mother frown at her, and then when lunch was over, she shooed everyone away bar himself and his father, to help her clear up the dishes and clean up. Marilyn walked out of the room with the boys in tow, and he sighed to himself.
“Just give her time, son,” his father stated.
He’d not said anything at all, and his mother kept them busy in the kitchen for well over an hour and then just latched onto him after his father left
