Chapter 6
When Derek came into the kitchen Monday morning, Joe was at the stove. He spun around, staring at him as if he’d seen a ghost.
“Are you okay?” Derek asked.
“Yeah, sure, why?” Joe replied, turning away.
“I don’t know, you looked frightened,” Derek told him.
“You startled me. I didn’t hear you come in.”
Derek doubted that. The stairs from the second floor were uncarpeted and had a couple squeaky risers. He wasn’t going to call Joe on it, however. If something was bothering him, it wasn’t up to Derek to pry. He’ll tell me when he’s ready. Or I was reading more into it than was there to begin with.
“What are you making?”
“An omelet—one for each of us—if the first one would stop sticking. Otherwise we’ll be eating scrambled eggs with cheese and tomatoes.”
“You did spray the p
