I glanced down at Drew, he was leaning forward to pick up the potatoes off the ground. He finally stood up and put all the potatoes on the counter. He stared at them speculatively and then turned back to me, “They didn’t really fall did they?”
I sighed and shook my head, “I had an anger management issue.”
He smiled slightly, “I thought as much. Poor potatoes.”
I grimaced, “Oh sure, pity the potatoes.”
“Sorry,” he muttered, taking my joke too litterally.
“Don’t be. I was kidding,” I sighed, “So… what do you want to do until the pizza gets here?”
He shrugged, staring out the window pensively. It had started to rain. “That bothers you doesn’t it?” I asked softly.
“What does?” he asked, turning to look at me in surprise.
“The rain.”
He turned to look back out the window, “I was just thinking about something my mom said about it once. When the doctor said I’d soon be ‘right as rain.’”
“What’d she say?”
He let out a short, hard laugh. The first laugh I’d ever heard from him, “Oh it was nothing.”