(SOLANA’S POV)
Larry re enters the kitchen looking like he wants to punch something or someone. Dad and I ignore him and keep talking about a funny maid in the hospital he worked who likes to help dad with his lunch orders because he once massaged her ankle when she fell. I feel happy and light sitting at this table and having dinner with my family, even if my heart still twists when I remember mum and even though Larry still had on a face and still hadn’t had a seat at the table.
He looked somewhat troubled and so I decide to say something. Just incase he has something on his mind because he has been standing since he entered. And he also looked like he intended on standing there for the whole morning. So I decided that I would just pay him a little attention. Knowing Larry quite well,
