"What's going on Lewis?" Mother stares at him with puzzlement. "Did Turner send you?" She adds another question.
"Can I come in?" Lewis responds and I realise we hadn't allowed him inside the house. "Yes of course, please come in," I step aside and let him walk in.
Does Lewis know something, did he hear from my father, is that why he is here? I'm impatient to hear what brings him by. I usher him into the living room and he sits down and hangs his hands low in between his thighs.
"I am worried about David, he cared so much about the garden project we were working on. He wouldn't just forget about it. Mr. Turner was understanding enough to grant me a few hours away from work so as to help you guys search for him," he offers.
I couldn't be happier to hear those words from Lewis, he has a
