He stood on the front porch with Angie, watching Chris Senior pack their three sleeping children into the back seat and belt them into place. Stars shone overhead with the kind of pin-point brilliance that only colder nights seem to manage, the car’s engine hummed and rattled, and Gerry’s guts were so full that he felt like he was about to explode.
“This was nice,” Angie said. “I’m glad you decided to come.”
“Yeah.” Gerry nodded. “I guess it was about time.”
He could feel Angie’s gaze fall on him, but he kept his own trained on the furiously checking and packing Chris.
“Have you been well? How’s work?”
Gerry smiled. “We covered all that when I got here, Ang. I’m fine. Work’s fine. Everything’s fine.”
“Mm-hmm.”
He didn’t need to look at Angie to know she wasn’t buying a word of it.
