“You going to breakfast this morning or you just gonna keep hiding?” Noreen asked. Harlan just grunted and stared at the front page of the Sun-Times. Noreen didn"t seem deterred and pressed on.
“Doctor called back this morning and said it"s okay for you to drive after three weeks.”
Harlan"s ears perked. He hadn"t been behind the wheel since before the surgery. This was good news indeed and, for just a moment, he felt like he did the first morning his father allowed him to drive the old farm truck. He liked this feeling and let his mind linger on that emotion before grumbling under his breath.
“What, Harlan? You know I can"t stand it when you mumble,” Noreen said. He slapped the paper shut.
“I said fine, if you"re that damned pressed to get me out of the house,” he said. “So long as Ted
