Chapter 6

“Whatever you want to fix. I’ll eat anything,” Ron said.

“Okay,” Chris said and then went to the kitchen. To his left, three white cabinets led up to a black side-by-side refrigerator. Across from it, an island stood in the middle of the U-shaped layout. A small window was over the sink, providing a view of the Dogwood trees that separated his yard from his neighbor’s.

Aware that Ron was following him, Chris went to the refrigerator to get the eggs. He shut the door and then turned around to find Ron leaning against the cabinet to the left of the stove. “Are omelets okay?”

“Sure,” Ron said. “I wanted to see how you were doing?”

“I’m sore, but I’ll be okay.” He placed the egg carton on the black countertop of the island.

“Are you going for your morning jog?”

“A run,” Chris said, “no, not today.”

“Good. I’d have to go, too, and I’d probably have a heart attack,” Ron said, scratching at the stubble on his cheek.

“You’d go?”