She wanted to have a little chat with her son-in-law. Kevin certainly would not be open to this, unless he was a captive audience. Considering he did not have any dental appointments on the book, she decided to corner him at the juice bar next door to his gym. Kristine always said he finished off his workout with a protein smoothie, so June was hedging her bets. She was perched on a red stool at the juice bar, sipping her second apple and carrot juice concoction, when he finally walked in. He was dressed in a sweaty T-shirt, a pair of navy blue jogging shorts and ridiculously large white tennis shoes. As she swiveled on her stool to face him, Kevin’s face fell. “This is my son-in-law,” June told the barista. Before he arrived, the tattooed girl behind the juice bar made the mistake of asking June how her day was going. Boy, had she gotten an earful. Kevin gave the barista a cheerful wave.
