“Um, can we come in?” Trent asked. “We won’t stay long, as we have a shift this morning.”
Still stunned, I stepped back and allowed them entrance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Thorn appear in the foyer.
“What’s she doing here?” he growled, and I didn’t blame him.
“I’m about to find out.” I turned to face our “guests” after closing the door. “What’s this about?”
Trent nudged Shirley, who looked uncomfortable. “We, uh, I, wanted to apologize for my rude behavior and pissy attitude toward you and, uh, Thorn. I was way out of line…I don’t know what came over me, butI just lost it, and…you’ve been my friend—our friend—for years, Bill, and I shouldn’t treat a friend, or anyone, really, that way. I almost lost Trent over my behavior, too. I-I hope you can forgiveme, one day, maybe. You and Thorn.”
She held out the basket. I took it from her and set it on the floor next to me. “I appreciate your apology. Thorn,” I said, beckoning him forward. “Do you accept her apology?”