“Yeah. Who’d have guessed it?”
“We’ll have to come back sometime and bring Ted with us. He needs to be exposed to things like this.”
“No argument there,” Mickey said. “And we definitely want to come back in the spring when that garden is full of flowers. The pictures that I saw in the gift shop were fantastic.”
“Meanwhile, I’m ready for a nap, aren’t you?” Chris said.
“Now that you mention it. Let’s get the car and head for home.”
Once they were home, they hurried upstairs to their bed to take care of important needs. Later, when they were snuggling, Chris recalled the conversation they’d had about families.
“Okay, Mickey. We’re home and it’s later, much later, actually. What was it you wanted to say about families?”
Mickey was quiet for a minute before saying, “Simply this—all three of us, you, me, and Ted have baggage. Specifically, family baggage. Ted’s baggage is being dealt with by Lydia Brannon, and his remaining family will succumb to old age in a few years, correct?”