Chapter 54

“This is Sandy Fisher-Price,” Robbie said, “and his daddies.”

“I’m Ronald Fisher,” one of the two men said, “and this is Warren Price.”

We introduced ourselves and shook hands. After five minutes of conversation with the two men, I realized that despite Robbie’s connection with Sandy, we were destined not to be friends with his daddies. The party lasted about an hour… then school was over until January. We were in the truck, so we used the rest of the afternoon to acquire a Christmas tree, take it home, and get it decorated. Robbie thought it was the best tree he’d ever seen.”

Just think,” I said, “we get to do this all over again when we get up to the cabin.”

“Are we going to have a tree there too?” Robbie said.

“You bet,” I said.

“Cool.”

We had dinner and finally got an excited Robbie settled down in his bed for the night. Mike and I sat in the den with glasses of Pinot Grigio.

“Well?” he said.

“Well, what?”

“Don’t be coy,” he said. “What did you think?”