An hour later Spencer took out the baked macaroni. He found a jar of apple sauce in the refrigerator and took that out, setting it on the table. He hoped the girls could eat, his own stomach growled as the scent from the baking casserole taunted him for several minutes. He set the table for three and poured three waters before checking on his patients.
Sarah sat up in the bedroom playing quietly with her puppy. Spencer thought she looked unsure of what she could or couldn’t do in her new environment.
Two weeks later, Kate received an email from John: Arrived safely. Sand still stinks. Later, John.
Kate took a deep breath. But the cloud over her didn’t disappear. She drove to the park near the apartment complex where she lived to eat lunch alone. She sat in the car, with all the windows down, nibbling on her sandwich while staring at walkers and joggers going around the track and children playing on the jungle gym. Oh, to be young again with no worries about your coworkers or best friends being in harm’s way 24/7.
The day was mild for an Illinois spring. Cardinals and robins flitted nearby, the robins looking for worms in the fresh cut grass. At least she wasn’t hot, sometimes spring was more like summer and it could change from winter to summer in a day.