Chapter 7
Sorry for bailing yesterday, Tab said.
It was Saturday, actually. Saturday morning usually meant helping Uncle Eddie decipher Aunt JuliKate’s shopping lists while she was at her support group, and then going to visit Mum around lunchtime. If you could really call it visiting, as such. Sometimes they took the afternoon, too, if Eddie had bullied his assistant instructor Marcus into taking all of the classes, but Tab usually begged off after visiting Mum. It was too…draining.
So they’d gone shopping, and now were sitting opposite sides of a café table in Morrisons, so Uncle Eddie could read the paper and chomp his way through a fry-up, and Tab could text and pick at a plate of toast. (And, really, that neither of them had to listen to Aunt JuliKate fretting about going to her gr
