Hi DC,
But he had decided on one thing. If Jonathan and Martha invited him in this morning, he would take them up on their offer
Good idea!
Jonathan looked pleased to see that the boy was still there. That struck S as a new experience, and his heart gave a little flip in his chest. Trask and the others - even Jenson - had never looked pleased to see him in the mornings.
Poor boy! He really needs Martha and Jonathan.
"Glad to hear it. I was wondering if you might want to come in for breakfast. Martha's making her world-famous cinnamon buns."
"I...I'd like that," S agreed.
Yes, me too!
"These are for you, son," Jonathan said, when S failed to move.
I like that Jonathan is calling him "son".
Trask had somehow found him.
"The storm cellar," Martha replied. "You go see what this stranger wants. I'll take care of S."
SuperMartha!
In the next second, he found himself in Martha's embrace. It surprised him. He hadn't even been aware of what was happening until he felt her arms close around him. A tremor ran through his body; the last of his tension trying to bleed out from him. Martha held him tightly and stroked the back of his head comfortingly.
"Ssh," she whispered to him.
