Sicker

Sue smiles her greeting to Misty and takes her order. Turning back around at the question, she shakes her head. “Sorry, hun. His brother called in for him this morning. I guess he’s sicker than a dog.”


Carson isn’t really surprised that Nate agrees to come pick him up, but there’s still an element there that he can’t put his finger on. Why Nate would continue going out of his way boggled Carson’s mind. He couldn’t complain though…at least he wouldn’t have to walk any more.

Settling down in the shade, he waits. Almost falling asleep once, he tries to keep watch, and finally Nate’s car comes into view.

Rising, he makes his way to the passenger side slowly, not sure what to expect. He didn’t know if Nate would ask questions or not…he knew he didn’t look in the best of shape.

Sighing, he finally opens the door and slides inside, quiet for several moments, unwilling to meet Nate’s eyes. “Thanks,” he finally manages.