too long since you set foot on plain ol’ dirt,” he observed drily. “Living in Seattle all those years, surrounded by nothing but concrete and asphalt, why, it’s done something to your brain. Made a worrywart out of you.”
Tripp smiled—this time for real. To Jim’s way of thinking, any community with a population over ten thousand was too big for its own good.
Therefore, he didn’t bother to make a case for Seattle. Jim would only sigh and shake his head again. What Tripp did say was, “The point is, I’m back to stay.”
Jim paused in the open doorway to the kitchen, gripped the framework with one hand to steady himself, take a moment’s rest. “It’s about damn time, too,” he grumbled good-naturedly, squaring his bony shoulders and then, with a little too much effort, moving forward again.
Tripp was relieved when his stepfather finally made it to the kitchen, crossed to the table and pulled out a chair to sit down.
“I’ll get you that coffee,” Tripp said lightly. “In the meantime, start talking.”
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