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Understanding
As I headed downstairs, I wondered if Arthur might actually take his time eating today. My question was answered as I entered the dining room. In short, not exactly. While he was definitely eating slower than usual, I would hardly call it "taking his time."
Thomas walked in at that moment. His jaw almost hit the floor when he saw Arthur at the table. I guess he was just as stunned about Arthur eating on time as I was.
"My goodness, how did you manage this?" He asked.
"I talked with him about some personal problems of mine," I said, shrugging. "He couldn't leave the room fast enough."
Thomas chuckled at this and shook his head. He didn’t ask for any details though. Again, I
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