“Fresh coffee solves many problems.”
She smiles.
“I’m beginning to believe that.”
We sit quietly for a moment.
The porch rocks gently beneath our chairs.
The river slowly waking up with the day.
Wren looks peaceful.
Calmer than I’ve seen her since Los Angeles.
Then she sighs softly.
“What?”
“I lasted twelve hours.”
“That’s impressive.”
“I’m thinking about the system again.”
“Also impressive.”
She leans her head back against the chair.
“It’s strange not checking it.”
“You deserve a break.”
“Tell that to my brain.”
I grin.
“That thing doesn’t seem very cooperative.”
“It’s extremely stubborn.”
“Sounds familiar.”
She nudges my arm lightly.
“Hey.”
“You walked right into that one.”
The sunlight brightens across the water.
A small fishing boat drifts slowly past the far side of the river.
Wren watches it for a moment.
“You grew up doing this.”
“Pretty much.”
