Chapter 63 Comatose

• I’m standing by the stainless steel counter, doing my best to look like I’m occupied with inventory and prepping the dough for our fresh bread in the morning.
• But my real focus is on the fiery dance unfolding in front of me—Karl and John, circling each other in the kitchen like two alpha wolves in a turf war. The tension is so thick you could spread it on toast.
• “Karl! Chop those onions faster!” John barks, to which Karl surprisingly complies—and with a smile on his face, no less. I’m pleased. It’s not perfect, but it’s their first night. I just hope that it gets better over time.