Pad walked downstairs quickly, the smell of turkey and fresh bread making his stomach growl and require his presence at dinner. Aunt Maddy promised to cook Pad’s favorite meals when the three of them finally sat down.
David began the conversation first, after Pad grabbed a chair. “How was work?”
Pad waited, looked at Aunt Maddy, waited for her to sit down before grabbing the rolls she placed on the table, the sheen of butter on top adding to the aroma. “Good. I’m officially assigned to the personnel unit at MacDill. Have a few days of orientation still.”
Pad and David looked at Maddy and waited for her to finish scooping the dressing she made to the serving tray when the doorbell rang.
“Are you expecting anyone, Maddy?” David asked.
She turned to put the tray down on the table. “No. M
