Chapter 8

The reminder distracted her from her argument. She bounded up from the table and made a dash for the living room.

“Raymond?” Thomas asked with a frown.

Everybody Loves Raymond. She watches it every night at this time.

“Ah.” He reached for one of the cookies, but rather than eat it, turned it over and over in his hand. “Have you dealt with Alzheimer’s before? You don’t seem fazed by this at all.”

Andre shrugged.No Alzheimer’s. Guess I’m just patient.

“More patient than I am.”

He shook his head.You’re doing great.

Thomas didn’t seem to know what to do with the show of support, and, honestly, Andre wasn’t sure why he’d felt the need to bolster the other man’s confidence. He had more than enough to spare, if the way he exuded it was any indication. But this was still Thomas’s mother, and Andre understood it was never easy when the child became the parent.

Go on, I’ll clean.