WITH ETHAN HEADED OUT to see Shelley, Sean and Jem putting Lia through some evening routine they’d adopted in the hope of helping her sleep better, and Beth taking a soak in the bath, only Nate and I occupied the living room around an hour after dinner.
Something resembling sleet splattered the window, the renewed onset of crappy weather adding dullness to what should’ve been a light evening. Feet kicked up over the arm of the sofa, I watched from my horizontal position as each wet splodge hit the glass.
The news channel ran at a low volume on the TV, while, every so often, a scrunched sound told me each time Nate turned a page in the newspaper he read.
“This weather’s freaky,” I said, wiggling my feet back and forth.
“Yeah,” Nate said from his armchair.
“It’s supposed to be May.”
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