Eight
A loud trumpeting sound roused me from a dreamless sleep. I swatted at the sound as the grogginess faded. J.T. sat up beside me, holding my phone in his hand.
My brain took a minute to associate the sounds with Dad’s ringtone, but then the last dregs of sleep fled as I snatched the phone from J.T.’s hand. “Dad, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, honey. Why, what’s going on?”
“It’s a little hard to explain. What’s up?”
“Well, I figured it would be more polite to call you instead of barging in. I brought coffee and pastries.”
“What?”
“You invited me over today to help you look through your mother books, remember?”
I gave a shaky laugh. “Right. Of course. Give me like five minutes.” I ended the call and looked to J.T. “He brought breakfast.”
“Let’s not keep him waiting then.”
Five minu
