Dylan left another message for Hazel, this time adding, “We’re just hanging around today, if you wanted to come out. I’ll come pick you up.”
He pressed his eyes closed and wished he could delete the words. Delete the voice mail. Delete the whole day and just start over.
He didn’t know what else to say to cover that, so he just said, “Talk to you later,” and hung up. Staring at his phone like it had somehow bewitched him into leaving a ridiculous message, he shook his head. What had come over him?
Maybe it was the pure exhaustion. He, Shane, and Austin had agreed to do only light chores on the Sabbath, and really try to rest as much as possible. Both of his brothers were currently taking naps, and Robin would be coming out later with steaks and salads for a Sunday afternoon picnic.
Dyla
