Chapter 7
Barry was elbows-deep in sudsy water, cleaning up after Jimmy’s birthday party, when Rory came into the kitchen.
“That was a great meal today. Although everything you cook is great.”
“Thank you. Glad you liked it.”
“Jimmy did, too.”
“Yes. It was nice that his mum was able to come.”
“Yes,” Rory said quietly.
“Do you get to see your mum, uh, mom, much?”
Rory shook his head quickly. “She’s dead.”
“Oh, Rory, I’m so sorry.” Barry wanted to dry his hands and pull the slender cowboy into a hug, but sensed Rory would be uncomfortable with the gesture.
“Yeah.” He let out a breath. “Can I give you a hand with the dishes?”
“Sure. You could dry those saucepans and the roasting pan if you would.”
Rory set to work, and as was his habit, said very little. Barry had hoped being alone
