Timothy sighed. “I’m sorry about all of this… genuinely.”
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” Timothy answered with a faint smile.
Walter clapped his hands. “Good. You’ve met. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
And just like that, he walked out.
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The Days After
I left confused, annoyed, and trying not to think about Timothy’s eyes. Going back wasn’t an option.
But two days later, Timothy appeared at the grocery store. No suit—just a jacket and a queue number, waiting in my line.
“I figured this was less dramatic than the alternative,” he said.
“The alternative being a motorcade?” I asked.
Timothy winced. “That wasn’t my idea.”
“I know. But you’re still related to a man who turns everything into a full-blown movie scene.”
“For the record,” Timothy said, “this isn’t even in Dad’s top five strangest ideas.”
I laughed despite myself.
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