CHAPTER ELEVEN
The rest of the group departed and went for coffee; Larry had to report to his parole officer. Glenn and Clair were left alone.
“You did an excellent job today.”
Somewhat sniffly, nodded and said, “Yeah, it was a blast. When can we do that again?”
Glenn could tell that she was still upset. He reached into another drawer and pulled out a bottled water.
“You want one?”
“Sure.”
He got another one and twisted the cap enough to break the seal and handed it to her.
“Thanks. I need a stiff H2O.”
Clair lifted the bottle and gave a toast.
“Cheers,” then took a long drink of the water.
A few minutes went by, and he gave Clair enough time to relax and settle down.
“Have you ever heard the saying, 'I complained I had no shoes until I met a man with no feet?' ”
“That's a hel
