Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 | 46 | 47 | 48 | 49 | 50 | 51 | 52 | 53 | 54 | 55 | 56 | 57 | 58 | 59 | 60 | 61 | 62 | 63 | 64 | 65 | 66 | 67 | 68 | 69 | 70 | 71 | 72 | 73 | 74 | 75 | 76 | 77 | 78 | 79 | 80 | 81 | 82 | 83 | 84 | 85 | 86
Jacob’s Point Of View
I was pleased that Kate and Hannah settled the angst between them. Our new GD corporate center on the Granger Estate loomed large in my imagination, so I was relieved not to see any part of it from our apartment or experience any stress from it within our extended family.
I wore hiking trail trousers and a fleece jacket to keep off a chill while drinking coffee on our rooftop patio at 6:30 a.m., enjoying a slow, late fall sunrise into clear blue skies. I’d had a restless night, tossing and turning, although I managed to move around fairly lightly, not wishing to wake up Kate.
“What are you doing out here, Dad?”
I spun around and saw Alicia smiling at me, standing at the patio door. She wore a massive pink fluffy poncho with pajama bottoms.
“You look warm, Alicia.”
“So do you.”
“It’s still early, sweetheart.”
“I like the mornings, and I heard you creeping past my bedroom door ten minutes ago. I thought to leave it long enough for you to get coffee.”
“And I see you have a glass of milk.”
“Yeah, I can sneak past your and Mom’s room better than you can.”
“How do figure that?”