Chapter 32

“Yeah, and it might matter to us if they were to find out about Robbie and the adoption,” George said.

“You mean they could contest it?” she said.

“They could try,” he said, “and if they got a judge like the one we had when we adopted him, it could be bad.”

“Hopefully that won’t happen,” Mike said.

“True, but it’s something we have to think about,” George said.

“It’s late,” Lucinda said, “we need to get getting home.”

When we were back at her house, Zeke said, “Ma, are we gonna exchange gifts now, or in the morning?”

“Why don’t we do it in the morning?” she said. “We can sleep late, do the gifts, and have a nice breakfast. Bob and Martha aren’t expecting us until one for dinner.”

Although neither Norm nor I had met them, Zeb and Zeke had explained that Bob Plott was a captain with the Waynesville police department, and a favorite cousin of Lucinda’s.

“He’s sort of looked out for her since our pa died,” Zeke said.

“That’s good,” I said.