Chapter 7: Schedules I woke briefly with Wes’s alarm, which went off about an hour before mine, and came alert enough to wish him well at his first official day working as a physician. He kept it quiet, so I barely heard him rummaging through the kitchen to fortify himself with a little breakfast and pack enough leftovers to get through the day. All was quiet in Greg’s room when I got up at six o’clock. I mechanically went through the motions of fixing my standard weekday breakfast, then sighed at the sight of the empty table. I missed sharing part of my morning mealtime with Wes. He’d been in the habit of getting up shortly after me even though he’d otherwise had no reason to get up that early. I slumped in the seat, staring at my oatmeal. I should have done the same for him this mornin