“I would have come to get you,” Penelope Buchwalder said when she answered her door.
“I know you would have,” Mark said. “But in that SUV of yours you’re like an ice road trucker. What crane were you going to rent to get me in and out of it?”
Penelope laughed.
“We called a friend from work,” Mark told her. Tanya Allison had said to call if he needed anything.
“So he’s okay?” she asked.
“He’s great. I mean, he’s shot, and in a sling and all that, but he’s gonna be fine.”
“Daddy! Daddy!” Jory ran across Penelope’s kitchen and flung himself into Mark’s lap. Jarrett didn’t exactly run, but as long as his legs were getting, he didn’t really have to; it was a small kitchen that he covered pretty quickly. Mark had seen the relief splash his little face when he heard Starr’s prognosis, and h
