Robert said nothing as he grabbed a bowl of soup and sat down in his spot at the head of the table. His eyes landed on Maggie and the bowl beside her, “hmm,” he grunted, “and who is This Margaret?”
Thomas shook his head and went over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge. “I don’t think it would have mattered what either of us said,” Thomas said. “Maybe...he just needs time”