“IS YOUR FRIEND GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT?” Deon asked when Lydia returned to Mark’s office. He’d done what she asked—stayed put while she and Nora ran down to the ER to check on Amanda. “I hope so,” she said, wishing she could give a more definite answer. She bent over his shoulder to examine his work. “I finished the puzzle,” he told her, smiling as he spread the schedule in front of her. Not only had he finished it, he had adorned the outer margins with pictures of stars and comets and spaceships blasting off. “Wow, nice job.” “Do you think Miss Nora will like it?” “I think she’ll love it. Let’s pack up your stuff.” He said nothing, but merely carefully folded Nora’s schedule and presented it to Lydia, then hopped off the chair and swiftly gathered his pencils and books into his knapsack.
