“Good, because I’m hungry. Ma, are you packed?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Good, because I’d sure like to get home before dark. I have an early shift again tomorrow and need to get to bed pretty early.”
“We can leave as soon as we eat and I do the dishes,” she said.
“Good. Mornin’, Josh.”
“Good morning yourself. Did you sleep well in your old bed?”
“I was too tired to care whether it was a bed or a floor, but, yes, I slept well enough. Ma, did you pack your Sunday clothes?”
“Not exactly, but I guess I’ve got a decent dress in my suitcase. Why?”
“Because you’ll be going to church Sunday—Josh is singing a solo this Sunday, and you don’t want to miss that, even if I have to work.”
“I’d feel kind of strange walking into a big-city church.”
“George and Mike will go with you. Norm will too—if we can pry him away from Zeb long enough. I want you to hear this guy sing, okay?”
“Sure, now eat your breakfast.”