But rather than listening to her son, Miyako waved him off.
"Whatever you want to talk about, Haru, we can do it later." She rolled up her sleeves to reveal her toned forearms.
"Renji, make yourself at home. The living room's through there. If you want to watch TV, the remote's on the coffee table. Haru, make the table. Now."
"Thanks, Mrs. Endo," Renji said as he turned and headed to the left of the hallway, wandering into the living room with the casual ease of someone who'd been invited a hundred times.
Haru glared at him as he walked inside, his mind was boggling out of control. So he helped the cops stop a robbery, so what? Why does he have to come to HIS house?
He quickly made the table and hurried to see what Renji was up to in the living room.
Renji dropped his backpack by the couch, and when he was about to sit, he noticed the framed photos on the mantel.
"Hmm," he muttered and walked close to take a look at them.
