LOREN
”You’re welcome.” It seemed like a silly thing to say, but Loren didn’t know how else to respond to Phoebe’s gratitude. It felt misplaced, since he certainly didn’t feel that he’d earned her gratitude. As she sighed, he just nodded firmly. ”I insist.” He was too stubborn and polite to let her clean up the mess he’d made on the task he set for himself.
When she brought over a glass of wine, though, he shook his head and cleared his throat. ”No, thank you. I don’t drink.” His voice came out a little stiffly. However, it made him reckless and dangerous, and he’d been on his bad behavior too much recently. As she settled in to read, he went back in the kitchen to check on the dough. Then, he’d simply stay there, standing quietly, working even more quietly on the bread, until it was done. Assuming the midwife let him, of course.
When she brought over a glass of wine, though, he shook his head and cleared his throat. ”No, thank you. I don’t drink.” His voice came out a little stiffly. However, it made him reckless and dangerous, and he’d been on his bad behavior too much recently. As she settled in to read, he went back in the kitchen to check on the dough. Then, he’d simply stay there, standing quietly, working even more quietly on the bread, until it was done. Assuming the midwife let him, of course.
But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that—
they’re split up and always torn.
