Terri was in the kitchen when we got downstairs. She was just taking a pot of coffee out of the maker when I put Kevin on one of the stools at the breakfast counter. “Would you like some coffee, Carrie?” she offered.
“Please.” I said.
“Some juice, Kevin?”
“Yes, please.” he responded.
When we were all seated with beverages, Terri started, “The car service is coming for me in about a half an hour. I need to swing by my office to pick up some documents before I go to the airport.”
“Okay.” I said. Kevin just nodded.
“I’ll give you guys a call when I’m about to get on the plane, and I’ll call again tomorrow at about noon. I think that’s like 5:00 London time. I should be settled in by then.”
“Sounds good,” I said. Kevin nodded, but I could see he was fighting back tears.