14As usual, Jed found Dad rooting around in the freezing confines of the garden shed, and placed a steaming hot cup of tea on the workbench. He smiled his thanks, wrapped his cold, red fingers around the cup and took a sip. Smacking his lips he said, “I've lost some tools, don't suppose you've moved anything, have you?”
“No.” Jed rubbed his hands together, and shivered. “How can you stand it in here, Dad? It's freezing.”
Larry shrugged, “Don't think about it. Anyway, thanks for the tea.” He returned to pulling away planks of wood and old tarpaulins in his search.
Jed wandered back into the house, picking up his own tea from the kitchen table. He was about to go into the living room when the telephone rang. It was Jon.
“Jed, my good friend, how are you feeling?”
Unease settled over him
