The rest of the day passed much as Teague expected. At Hoyt’s insistence, they made a quick stop at a local men’s clothing store to get him two sweatshirts that zipped up the front. “It’s getting chilly enough that I need more than just a shirt, even if they are flannel,” was his excuse. Teague suspected the real reason was that zippers only required one hand.
When they got back to Hoyt’s house, Teague told Hoyt to sit while Teague made lunch. Hoyt did, in the kitchen, giving advice on how to make the sandwiches.
“I have,” Teague pointed out dryly, “made them more than once in my lifetime.”
“Then why are you only using mayo? They need mustard, too. Lots of it. And the soup needs some spicing up.”
Resisting rolling his eyes, Teague did as Hoyt requested, put the sandwiches on plates, th
