“By the time you boys have showered and dressed, this will be ready,” she said.
“Thanks,” I said.
Thor, as usual, gulped deeply from his water bowl, but the smell of bacon enticed him away from his usual nap, so we left him in the kitchen and went to hit the shower. When we emerged from the bedroom, dressed for the road,. Mike was carrying a basket of dirty clothes, including our sweats and running gear. He took it down to the laundry room, and I sat down at the kitchen table, where the chief was nursing a cup of coffee.
“Mike just took a load of clothes down to start them washing,” I said to Sarah. “I’d be most grateful if you would move them to the dryer later this morning.”
“Don’t worry about it, George,” Sarah said. “I’ll take care of it.”
After we’d consumed the somewhat hearty breakfast, I said, “Ready to feed the chipmunks?”
“Lead the way,” Sarah said.