Chapter 54

“And we can bake a couple of pies tomorrow and set them aside,” I said.

“Do you guys have anything scheduled for tomorrow, George?” Randy said.

“Not really, other than taking Robbie to visit his grandmother.”

“Yeah,” Mike said, “she lives just up the road from us, and she is very old, rather frail, and terminally ill. This is probably going to be her last Christmas.”

“Poor little guy,” Sean said.

“Yeah,” George said, “she’s his only living relative that we know of.”

“How did you come to adopt him?” I said.

“It all began in June last year,” George said, “when we arrived early on a Saturday afternoon for our two-week vacation.”

“And we let Thor into his run as usual, but he didn’t come back,” Mike said.

George said, “He was sniffing at the back of the fence and sort of whining, so we went to investigate.”

“And we found Robbie curled up asleep in one corner of the generator shed,” Mike said.

“Just like us,” Sean said.