“You were about to remind me what time it was,” Renee lied.
It sucked having to but to be the subject focused on was to be an inmate.
Jason shook his head.
“Judging by the light, it’s 6:15 am,” he begrudgingly answered.
Renee watched him carefully as he pulled his fork from his rolled napkin. To her surprise he didn’t push.
… Who should she thank for that? Herself or Barbra?
Chatter and the sound of others enjoying their meals settled between them. That, and the quiet nagging quarrel which begged for her attention.
… He’d asked a question.
… She was supposed to provide his answer.
… If she pulled this at home…
Her anxiety built as she tried to follow suit.
The feel of the cloth napkin in her hand seemed like she could count the threadbare. The weight of her utensils felt
