8 Chapter 8

Fortunately, nobody relied on him too much to keep the conversation going. Ida would never dream of interrupting a guest from eating, and Colette had a great deal to talk about. Her new book. Her project for 4H. Her excitement about school. Her intention to participate in basketball and soccer and maybe the math club.

The accidental, casual moments of contact continued after dinner. He couldn’t ignore them and he couldn’t say anything about them. They all worked together to clear the table and do the dishes. Even though Sasha looked dead on her feet, she still seemed to have a boundless energy.