Chapter 7
Harris was still a little shaky in the shower, but he was determined to look decent when he saw Mitchell and his doctor. He didn’t want either of them knowing he’d spent the last two days unshaven in the same white shirt and red pajamas like a skinny, smelly Santa. No need to worry them.
Mr. Winters told him that Dr. Brighton wouldn’t worry about him. It’s not like the doctor cared about him.
Harris ended his shower early, took his time picking out a nice shirt and dark jeans, and waited on the couch for Mitchell. Tucker had offered to take time off from the rug store, but Harris didn’t want to be any more of a burden than he already was.
Mitchell showed up as promptly as ever. As they drove through the busy city traffic, Harris watched other drivers, ever on the look-out for
