This was his infamous, long-lost, cursebreaking sister? (Not really his sister, he thought stubbornly, correcting himself – she had been adopted. They weren’t the same.) He lowered the poker away from her, reluctantly convinced by the key she’d shown him more than anything else about her, but didn’t let it go for now. He felt better for having something solid in his hand.
“I’m fine,” he asserted, resolutely unaware of just how bedraggled he looked, with three-day-old crumpled clothes and uncombed hair and dark circles under his eyes. But to the second question, he shrugged. “Haven’t seen anyone.” He was prepared to leave it there – Angie didn’t have any right to come back and start meddling, but he did want to know if she had heard something he hadn’t, so... “I wrote, the other day, but they haven’t written back. Maybe they didn’t know I was coming home,” he said, a little defensively.
“I’m fine,” he asserted, resolutely unaware of just how bedraggled he looked, with three-day-old crumpled clothes and uncombed hair and dark circles under his eyes. But to the second question, he shrugged. “Haven’t seen anyone.” He was prepared to leave it there – Angie didn’t have any right to come back and start meddling, but he did want to know if she had heard something he hadn’t, so... “I wrote, the other day, but they haven’t written back. Maybe they didn’t know I was coming home,” he said, a little defensively.