Chapter 14
MAGGIE
Bronwyn was watching Simpsons reruns; two empty bowls lay beside her and small popcorn bits dusted her black shirt. She didn’t laugh at the jokes, just stared blankly at the TV like a hospital patient.
I moved one of the bowls, nothing left inside but the greasy kernel duds, and sat beside her. For a while, we did nothing but watch. Episode after episode of Bart getting into trouble and Homer doing stupid things. Midway through the fourth, Bronwyn finally grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.
I waited. Asking her if she was okay was not only a dumb question, but probably a bad idea. If Bronwyn wanted to talk to me, she would.
She wiped the crumbs off her shirt and sighed. “Sorry I didn’t save you any.”
It took me a second to realize she meant the popcorn.
“I do
