Melinda woke to an empty bed. She had decided to keep Josh home from school, so she hadn’t set an alarm. Of course her son got up earlier than she did. Where was he?
She sat up, shoving the sleeves up on a sweatshirt that Caleb had lent her along with sweatpants. It was all he had, but she was grateful.
Now to find her son.
She heard his voice, then Caleb’s deeper voice. She followed the sound to the kitchen. Guess Josh wasn’t worried about where they were. He liked his coach. She watched from the doorway into the room she hadn’t taken much notice of when Caleb had poured her wine last night.
She yawned as Caleb gave his full attention to Josh. No one gave their full attention to kids that way. At least not if they weren’t the parent.
“”Do you think Mom will eat pancakes?” Josh said.
“She’ll eat these pancakes,” Caleb said.