Whatever Anderson saw in that piece of paper was serious. Bad enough that he skipped dinner last night. And now, a second night has come and gone without him at the table.
I force myself to go down for the meal. Anderson's chair is empty again. Sophie does not bring it up. My dad does not mention it either. We eat without talking. When the food is gone, Sophie gets up and comes back with a thermal container.
"I will take it to him," I say before she can sit back down.
They both turn to look at me. Sophie's eyebrows are raised. "Are you sure about that? You two have not exactly been…"
"Getting along? He did say he was sorry. And he still owes me ice cream. And a song." I give them a small smile, pulling the container towards me. "We are fine now. But we will be even better if I do this. All right?"
"All right," Sophie says, though she still looks unsure. My dad's mouth is a tight line. He finally speaks. "If he tells you to leave, you leave it and come back downstairs."
"Okay."
