He looked down at his hands and picked off a peel of skin.
“Um. So yeah. You stay right here, try to take it easy?” She sounded a little tense.
Save the skin peeling for your alone time, Brian. Seriously.
“Yeah,” he replied.
“Maybe we could go for a walk later? Check on one of the ‘rents?”
I mean, that’s a lot easier for you to do than for Brian.
It also sounds like one of the last things he’d want to do. Though it’d be nice to get a direct look at their dad the way we did for their mom.
It sounded so unlike her. He could count on one hand the number of times she’d been this conciliatory and gentle. He couldn’t remember a single case where she’d acted like that when she hadn’t wanted something.
Hmm.
I’m still inclined to think she’s genuinely very concerned about you, for once.
Brian forced a smile. “Maybe. You go. Be safe.”
He was both relieved and terrified when the door shut behind Aisha.
Alone time, for better or worse.











