When I dragged myself up the stairs, I paused at my guest room, where Kansas was. I heard nothing, and sadly, went to my room to sleep. When I woke in the morning, I checked in on him. He was still fast asleep, and I presumed he’d be that way for a few more hours. He’d had a lot to drink. I made more biscuits and then waited. At around noon, I heard the creak of the stairs as he came down. “Hungry?” I hurried to usher him to the kitchen. “I made more biscuits. I can make eggs too if you want.” “No,” he groaned. “Just the biscuits, please.”
