With all the trouble over her flat tire, she had decided the rest of the day was a loss as far as work went, so she headed home to see what she could rustle up for dinner. Sitting on the table in front of her and her son were some Shake’n Bake chicken, corn niblets, mashed potatoes and a salad. For the first time in a long time, Maggie felt happy. She was actually humming to herself. Virgil, however, was silent. He ate his food haltingly, barely glancing up from his plate. “So, what did you do today?” she asked, salting her corn. He responded with a Virgil shrug. “That much, huh?” Again he only shrugged. “Want some more potatoes?” He nodded this time and she dished him out a heaping spoonful. Though he loved Maggie’s mashed potatoes, which were becoming a rare treat, today he could barely taste them. His mind was elsewhere. “Hey, know what happened to me today?” she asked. For the first time that meal, Virgil’s head came up and he looked at his mother. “What?”
