CHAPTER 37
"How do you like your eggs, Jamie? Do you want toast?"
"Sunny-side up, please. No toast, just coffee. Hey, thanks for the invite, Sandy. Who knew there was such a lovely restaurant right next door?"
It was Saturday morning and I was sitting across from Mike in the Brenners' cheerful breakfast nook. Their house was laid out just like mine, only I didn't have a breakfast nook.
"I used to say the same thing about your mom's cooking, Jamie," Mike said. "Didn't I, sweetheart?"
Sandy nodded as she handed me my coffee. Dressed in her eclectic gardening outfit, long hair pulled into a loose bun, she seemed calm and relaxed, a welcome change.
"Oh, yeah, Sue's eggplant casserole was the best," she confirmed.
Mike brushed toast crumbs off his freshly-trimmed beard. "Your mom used to
