Daniel Carter turned back to look at me, then got out of the car and opened the back door.
He bent down to look at me, cautiously asking, "Do you want to come out and soak up some sun?"
The weather is great today, and though there's wind on Larwynn Avenue, the sunshine is pleasantly warm.
I nodded and was helped out of the car by him.
Sitting at the front of the car, we looked at the vast expanse of the river and quietly bathed in the sun for a while. Then he turned to me with concern, "Feeling better now?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"Your father got sick in prison?"
"Yes, I only found out yesterday." Now I understand why Shirley Turner left my office so easily yesterday; she had planned for this all along.
Daniel paused briefly, then asked me, "What do you plan to do?"
"Handle it coldly." I uttered these three words without hesitation.
He slightly furrowed his brows, reminding me, "But your stepmother obviously won't let go of you."
