Chapter 9

“At least meeting them will keep me busy,” Damien called out before going into his apartment and closing the door.

“There is that. If you really do, you’ll be seventy-six ahead of me,” Lyle said under his breath as he let himself into his place. He hung up his jacket then went to fix supper. As he waited for the microwave to let him know the meatloaf was ready, he thought about Damien.