“Hey, how’s it’s going” Lee mumbled as he brought his luggage into the passenger cars room. His voice wasn’t ready to speak, causing his mumble to trail off at the end as he cleared his throat.
“Morning there.” Gerry replied, equally as soft and awkward. It was two hours after lunch. Gerry wiped his brow, hoping the awkward greeting he gave was ignored and not scrutinized for him not saying the c...