The dining area wasn't hard to find. Jonah and Reena walked in just as Terrence and Mr. Steverson were discarding their meals.
“Mr. Steverson,” said Reena in a kind voice, “you can go back to sit with Harland now. He might not need ICU much longer. It's just a feeling I have.”
Mr. Steverson shot a smile a Reena. “Name's Bernard, my beauty,” he said. “I don't feel old enough to be called 'Mr.' ”
Jonah shook his head. Mr. Steverson made quips about his age and limitations no less than ten times daily, and now he was an ageless Lothario? Also, Jonah had known the man for several months now, and as kind as Mr. Steverson was, he had never had an inclination—nor had he been invited—to call him Bernard. But it was nothing to envy; Mr. Steverson was only joking. He was hopelessly devoted to his
