Chapter 6
After Moira left, I had a quiet evening playing with the kitten and talking to Peter. It felt like old times, the two of us spending a friendly evening together, catching up on the day’s news. I didn’t last very long, and it was another early night for me.
I woke the next more to find Peter taking on his role of being responsible for my wellbeing as he insisted that I settle down while he fixed breakfast. Granted, it wasn't much of a breakfast, an overly toasted piece of bread with peanut butter slapped on it, but he meant well.
“I hope this is good enough for you, Mac. You know I’m not very good in the cooking department. But at least your tea is strong,” smiling ruefully, he placed it in front of me.
When I was done, Shaylee jumped up on my lap, circled three times and sett
