Chapter 8

“Yes he does,” said an obviously amused Zach.

“Then you’re not a stranger.” She stepped in between Zach and Jason. “I can’t talk to strangers.”

“Since I’m going to be Jason’s boss, I don’t think I’m a stranger.”

“Okay, do you want a birthday cupcake?” She twisted the toe of her shoe on the wood floor

“You must be Kitty. Did you make them?” Zach got down on his good knee, the one without the surgical scar, so that Kitty could see him without craning her neck.

“Jason and me made them yesterday.”

“Jason and I, Kitty,” corrected Jason. He did that now on automatic pilot having watched his sister’s language skills diminish this past year. He hoped she didn’t have autism. He had to take her to the doctor. It was something more to worry about. Well, that will be easier with the new job. Her Medicare had a large co-pay because he couldn’t afford one of the better plans.

“Jason and I made them yesterday.” Kitty then ruined the effect by sticking her tongue out at Jason.