She walked out into the main room of the bunker to the smell of cooked eggs and hash browns. She even smelled coffee. Amaris sat down at the small folding table and picked up a fork. “Thank you. It smells good.” Lyle smiled back at her as he sat down at the table with his plate. HIs morning boyish messed hair had been combed to his usual neat coif, and He was wearing clean clothes.
Amaris looks him in the eye as he looks up at her in between bites, and asks him the first of a million questions that she needed answered. “Okay Lyle it is time for some answers. Gran started but kept dancing around the real answers. What is going on?”
Lyle stopped chewing and looked at her. “I was hoping we could talk after breakfast since we appear to have time. “
“Ok. As soon as we are done with breakfast
