What an amazing home,” April stepped out of her car. Jeff had to tow her partway up the hill. “A Tudor, right?” “Huh?” Jeff was still in shock to have a female anywhere near his residence. “The house, Dad,” Logan handed him an assist. “Oh, yeah. The house. Tudor, yeah.” “I just love these houses,” she marveled “The steep rooflines, the intricate brickwork, the exposed timbers. You two live here alone?” Jeff forced a smile. “Yeah. It’s just the two of us. A bachelor pad, right, Logan?” “Right!” “Where’s Logan’s mother?” He lowered his head and all of the sudden she became apologetic. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so nosy. It’s my nature.” “No, really,” he looked at her, his smile gone. “It’s okay,” he turned to his son once more. “We lost her. Car accident,” his eyes wandered to the ground again. “I’m so sorry,” she seemed to struggled for something else to say. “You wanna go in, or do you wanna stay out here and freeze to death?”
