napkin under the leg of the dining table because it had wobbled for years, and Robert had always said he would fix it when he had time.
Daniel opened his laptop at that table.
The sound of the lid lifting made Margaret look over before he spoke.
“We should talk about next steps,” he said.
Margaret stared at him.
Next steps sounded like something from a staff meeting.
It did not sound like a son sitting in his mother’s kitchen the night after his father went into the ground.
Ashley
