Katie rose early, coming to the dining table already dressed for travel. Amy and Georgia looked up when she entered, their breakfast half finished before them. Katie placed Adam in his highchair and strapped him securely, pushing him closer to the table. He rubbed sleepy eyes with a balled fist, yawning as he did so.
“My little man, you’re not quite awake yet?” said Georgia. “Getting an early start, Katie? How far are you going?”
“Dad’s at a Cancer Center in Portland, Oregon. Have a ways to go.” She rummaged in the kitchen cabinets for the box of Cheerios. Poured some in the weighted bowl for Adam, placing it in front of him. She went to the refrigerator for some apple juice, filling his sippy cup. Amy tied a long bib around Adam’s neck in the mean time. Little fingers scoop
