“You’re going to love them.” He referred to the newly constructed wooden shelves secured to the wall. “How did you finish them already?” “It’s Labor Day. What can I say?” He walked to the doorway, switched off the light, and went into the house. “How was your day?” “I said, ‘How did you finish them already?’” “Had help.” Tucking the phone between his chin and shoulder, he crossed the kitchen, grabbed a piece of cold pizza from a box on the counter, and pulled a plate from the cupboard. “I want you to know I am using a plate for my pizza.” He took a soda from the fridge. “And I am going to sit at the table, like a civilized person.” “Why do you keep changing the subject?” “I’m tired and hungry and would prefer to ease into a touchy subject.” He set his things on the table, took a bite, and sat. Teal did not say anything. He chewed and swallowed and took another bite. “Oh, River.” Her edgy tone said it all. Disbelief, disappointment, a hint of anger.
