"Hey, Arthur? What's wrong with you?" White waved his hand in front of my face and stared at me in confusion.
I finally snapped back to reality, nudged a few skewers on the grill that were getting a bit overdone, and gathered them up to hand to White, signaling him to take them to the waiting group.
"It's nothing, just didn't sleep too well last night, got a bit distracted."
Chapter 38