“Not yet,” Tom said. “But we will.”
Silence filled the living room again. Julian stared at the fire. “When we go over, will we be able to take them some food?”
“Sure,” I said.
“I guess … I guess we’d both feel better if we hit the kitchen.”
He was right. I needed to clear my brain, and the way I did that was by cooking. At the moment, that was also the only thing I could do for Sally Routt.
“Okay,” Tom said, “I’m going to go check on Arch and wake him up in twenty. I’ll make sure he’s got his backpack and, uh, learner’s permit.”
“Tom,” I said, “don’t even think about—”
“Just kidding!”
“Have you got anything going today?” Julian asked as he walked slowly down the hallway toward the kitchen. Once there, he flipped on the espresso machine and began hunting through our cupboards for th
