“Diane’s on board with it.

She thinks it’s a good fit.” He bit into a sandwich and laughed at something none of us had said.

I had passed Diane in the hallway that morning.

She had told me about her grandson’s cough and nothing more.

“Megan’s been sitting in that chair for five years,” Derek said.

“She’d do the job just fine.

I’m giving it to you anyway, and you know why.”

“Do I, now.”