Saturday Morning
Three Weeks Later
“WHAT DO YOU HAVE GOING on today?” Thomas Allred asked his daughter over his coffee cup.
She mentally shook herself every time she saw him with it. She figured she got her cravings for the brew from him.
“What?” He asked her grinning when he caught her look.
“That’s the stuff that got me into trouble in the first place and every time we sit here over breakfast it’s like you’re rubbing it in.”
“No! Would I do that?” They both laughed. “It’s just good to have you home. I mean, I’m sorry things didn’t work out for you with the bank but everything happens for a reason, you know?”
Amanda let that hang in the air. Instead she asked him, “Are you needing some help with something today? You seem all gung ho about something.”
“Nothing major. It’s just, the
