Chapter 7A loud thwack woke David up. His eyes fluttered open. It was daylight. The clock registered nine A.M. Quinn slept in his Star Wars jammies and was positioned diagonally so he took up half of David’s queen-sized bed, pushing David almost to the edge.
Last night’s events still weighed on David’s mind. Less than twenty-fours ago, he had resolved to himself that he would only see Quinn bits and pieces at a time, by shuttling to and from California.
Now, here he was, with his son’s bare feet pushed against his thighs, sucking his thumb. David gently tried to remove the thumb from Quinn’s mouth, but he moved his head and went back to thumb-sucking.
At least he smelled of baby shampoo and baby powder. Quinn had insisted on a bath when he got home, and even though David was worn out fr
