Derrick stood as Loretta entered the den where he sat with
his head lowered into his hands thinking about the woman laid up in the back
bedroom. His eyes moved to hers solemnly and took in the grim expression of her
stare as she pinned him in place in the middle of the room. Slowly he forced
his legs to move forward coming to stop just in front of his old friend as he
glanced up the stairs in a gesturing motion. “How is she?” he asked and tucked
his hands into his pockets, removing them and anxiously folding them in front
of him.
