Taylor
At that moment, Kennedy enters from the garage. Observing our embrace, she reads the situation as a bad outcome from my appointment. She leans against the closed door with tears filling her eyes.
Jackson escorts me toward his wife. “Bad day at the Y?" He asks the crying Kennedy.
She cannot speak, so she only shakes her head left to right.
“Then why are you in tears?" I inquire.
Kennedy explains the scene she witnessed upon entering. Her mind worried all day about my appointment.
“Okay, you two," I extend my index finger at both of them. “I'm going to have too many appointments for you to react this way each time." I pull down plates and fetch silverware as I continue. “Fix a plate and I will give you all the details from my appointment." I promise.
“You can spare me some of t
