Chapter Fourteen--Patch

The next morning after watching Delaney cook and eating a good home cooked meal, he heard someone pounding on the door.

When no one answered after a few minutes, Patch got up and walked sluggishly to open the door. The early morning sunshine shown through and Mr. Summer’s smiled big at him, holding a box of donuts.

“Hey son,” he said, slapping Patch’s shoulder. “Sorry to wake you up, I know you’ve been working. Can I come in?”

He made his way inside before Patch could answer, and began to sit things out on the dining room table, including the donuts.

Patch yawned, made some coffee and rubbed his sleepy eyes as Mr. Summers talked to himself.

“No offense pops, but why are you here so early?”

Mr. Summers chuckled and looked up at the stairs and back at Patch. “I know my kids well enough to know you’d be the only one up at this time, and I’d have a chance to set up my interrogation station for Delaney.”

Patch gave him a look over the rim of his coffee mug. “What do you mean?”

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