That morning, I was making pancakes when Adam walked into the kitchen.
« Are they ready? »
« Almost. They need to eat first; you all do. »
Tara came in behind him and wrapped both hands around the coffee mug I gave her.
She looked tired.
Adam looked worse.
« Are they ready? »
« How’s the house? » I asked.
« Getting there. »
« The kitchen floor finally done? »