Chapter 7

"Ta-da! Do you know what this is, Michael?" Shirley jogged into the kitchen and came back out with a small pot in her hands.

Of course, Michael could figure out what it was, but he played along and asked smilingly, "What is it? It smells nice."

"It's bone broth! I made it especially for you!" Removing the lid, Shirley said with a concerned expression, "You've been working overtime these days, so it must be tough on your health. You should have some bone broth for extra nourishment."

"I'm sorry, Shirley. I should've spent more time with you." Michael accepted the bowl of broth Shirley handed to him, looking quite touched.

Shirley propped her chin up on her hand. "It's okay, Michael. Come on, try it."

Michael nodded.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Shirley frowned a little.

Setting down the bowl, Michael said, "You must be tired from all the shopping. Rest here. I'll get the door."

"Sorry to intrude, Dr. Summers." The person at the door was wearing an undershirt and baggy pants. H