“Hello, everyone,” Elliot Reynolds said. “I hope we’re not late.”
“No, right on time.” Marilyn kissed his cheek and then Mrs. Reynolds’s. “Thank you. I know you didn’t have to come.”
Scotty knew from Preston that Marilyn’s own parents had passed away years ago, and she still looked on her in-laws as second parents. He thought that was very sweet.
“We wouldn’t miss it,” Mrs. Reynolds assured her. She turned to Scotty with a questioning smile. “Who do we have here?”
“Mom, Dad, you remember Scott Trask. He’s Jack’s little brother,” Preston told them.
“Oh, Jack, sure, of course.” Mr. Reynolds shook Scotty’s hand. “It’s been a while, I think. You were just a boy when we last saw you. How is Jack?”
“He’s very good, sir.”
“It’s nice to see you, Scott.” Preston’s mom’s brow furrowed. “Are you and Marilyn friends?”