Outliers 15C Sam
Outliers 15C Sam Alan Scott was sitting on the front porch sipping tea while bundled in a heavy blanket. He was reading some reports when he heard someone running towards him. It wasn’t like they were sprinting, but the steady pounding of feet on pavement. He looked West and there was Dee making her way towards his porch. Alan just raised his hand in salutation. He didn’t want to get up, it was just too cold for that. Dee raised her hand as she approached, then slowed and stood at the street facing Alan’s house. “Yes.” Alan said. Dee wasn’t in town much and since she had her sweats and hood on, that meant that she probably ran all the way to town. Dee hesitated. “You ran all the way here, you might as well come up.” Alan said. “Dank you.” Dee responded and slowed her jogging in place to a walk. She came up on the porch and sat in the chair Alan was pointing at. “Sorry, I disturb your morning.” “Just let me finis...