Chapter 10

“Um, it’s sorta complicated.”

“I’m a good listener.”

“Thanks. I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Okay. We can’t sit here all night. Let’s go in and I’ll make you a pot of coffee.”

David helped Bud out of the car, got him indoors and sitting on one of the wooden chairs in the kitchen. He then busied himself by doing battle with his coffee maker.

“Need a hand?” Bud asked.

“Stupid thing, I can never get it to fit together properly.”

“Here, let me.”

David watched as Bud seemed to know which part of the machine went where. It took only a matter of a few seconds before the thing was happily gurgling away.

“Thanks. As you’ve no doubt discovered I’m not very good with things mechanical.”

“We each have our own strengths,” Bud said, resting an arm on David’s shoulder.

“Yeah.”