She looked beautiful.
“I’m sorry I had to talk to you that way, but you were way out of line, buster.”
“I know.”
Linda came up to him and put her arms around him. “You wanna stay here? I can manage for a bit. Harry will understand.”
Wren struggled out of her embrace. “Where would I sleep?”
“There’s the love seat,” Linda offered.
“That would be great if I was a little kid. Or a contortionist.”
“You could sleep on the floor. I could fix it up real nice with pillows and blankets. Maybe we could get one of those air mattresses.”
“Aw, Mom. You’re too nice. There’s no room for me here.” As Wren said the words, true, he felt engulfed by sadness. He didn’t know where there wasroom for him. In the space of a mere few days, he had gone from having a job and a home to completely displaced.
Linda said, “Honeybunch, there’s always room for you. Wherever I am.”