"Good." That was all he asked, and wasn't going to push the issue any further.
The dining room was large, about the same square footage the common room had been before the apartment changed only more rectangular than square. His parents dining room table was there in all its glory, all the leaves inserted and surrounded by chairs. The sideboard was off against the wall, looking freshly polished and waiting to be filled with dishes.
Boxes lay against the opposite wall, labeled 'dining room' in his mother's draftsman style print.
A shiver ran down JR's spine as he stared at it. Was it just because he'd insisted on restarting the family dinner or did the station have something else up its sleeve? And what if- he stopped the thought before it could go any further. Sarah was wrong, Mom and Dad and the kids had to be alive.