Taylor
After my therapy appointment, I decide not to attempt cooking dinner myself. I drive to Jackson's store to purchase a rotisserie chicken and some prepared sides from the kitchen. The cook laughs when I ask for detailed instructions on keeping it warm until dinner. I type his instructions on my Notes App on my iPhone. I don't want to screw this dinner up.
Kennedy arrives home first at five-fifteen. I explain my dinner plans while she changes into shorts. We decide to take a walk while we await Jackson's arrival. As we stroll around the block, our conversation steers clear of our counseling sessions. Jackson pulls into the garage before we make it to the driveway. I'm surprised he is home before six. Kennedy isn't. They must have discussed being home at a decent time tonight.
Kenn
