“I leave the office for two hours and the s**t hits the fan.” Mike walked out onto the back patio and sat down beside Kurt. Kurt had a beer in one hand and his laptop balanced on his legs.
“I’m pleading the fifth.”
“Since Hubert wants you to get out of Dodge for a few days, you should go see your brother. It’s been a couple of months. Take Maggie with you. He’s never met her. Maggie and Jill will probably hit it off.”
“Maybe.”
“When is the appointment with psych?”
“Tuesday.”
“And you had no intention of telling me or Maggie.” Mike was frustrated with the fact Kurt had kept it hidden.
“I need a signature. Case closed. I am not postal. I am not losing my s**t. I just…” His voice trailed off.
“Okay, I get it. Hon’, talk to me. Talk to Maggie. We’ve been there, literally. You and I and
