Rob rustled through the drawer contents, causing an occasional metal clink or swish when he tossed something in the trash. A few items dotted the shower curtain still covering the table. Oren walked in bringing the fragrance of coffee. “Mornin’ all.” With a friendly greeting like that, Rob had to be getting used to the idea of family. They’d been working in companionable silence. Did Aunt Rainbow often deal with so many people coming and going when she tagged a household? “I picked up an extra java on my way to work,” Oren spoke to Rob. “Since you didn’t answer when I knocked at Edna Mae’s, I figured you were keeping company with Paisley here at Dad’s place. I hope you like your coffee black.” “I do. Thanks.” Rob took the large cup from Oren, blew, and sipped. “You’re a mind saver. I came over to see if Paisley had some brewing, but according to her, there’s no coffee anywhere in this house.” Rob rubbed rust off his hand onto his worn jeans, leaving a brownish orange smear.
