“Hey, William,” his dad yelled from the kitchen.
“Yeah?” William yelled back.
“Why don't you make yourself some eggs or something? No sense in going to school
hungry,” his father told him.
William didn’t feel hungry, but scrambled eggs did sound good. He was already
thirty minutes late for school. It would probably be another twenty to thirty
minutes before the police and ambulance were done at the Mayfields'.
He took one more glance outside, but nothing had changed. He walked back into the
kitchen to start making himself breakfast.