Chapter 12: Shattered Smiles and GoodbyesEverything went smoothly. Chris sang along to the radio, scrubbed away a stain from where someone—likely himself—had spilt coffee on the floor. Marge kept giving him curious looks from where she stood stacking…Chris stopped scrubbing. What was she doing here?
“Marge, what are you doing?” He glanced at the clock. He’d come in early today, but she was generally long gone by this time. “Jen’s has been open for an hour.”
“I know, dear.” She moved a box of cornflakes from one side of the shelf to the other.
“And what are you doing with the cereal?” Chris frowned, but the smile stretching his lips didn’t waver.
“Nothing in particular.” Her chocolate-coloured eyes sparkled. “I was just waiting around to see what would happen.”
“Happen?”
“Yeah. I want
