CHAPTER 19
“YOU REALIZE YOU HAVEN’T said more than two words to me since you got home, don’t you?” Greg set down his fork and eyed Katrina.
She’d stayed longer than she’d planned at the school and had come home in time to boil some water and heat up a jar of spaghetti sauce. Since Greg couldn’t last a single meal without some sort of meat on his plate, she’d also microwaved two polish sausages for him.
She filled her mouth with a forkful of spaghetti so she wouldn’t be expected to talk as much. “Not much to say.”
“You were there for over an hour,” he remarked. “What’d you do that whole time? Do you think the lessons are going to help? What’s your teacher like?”
“He’s fine. We did mostly warmups. I have a few exercises I’m supposed to practice at home.” For all the meals that Greg spen
