“Hello, Harley,” Gregory said as he wiped his hand dry and extended it to the older man who had approached the house.
“Nice to see you, Young.” Harley shook Gregory’s hand. “Your ma said you’d be home sometime today.”
“Yeah, we left Audubon two days ago. This is a comrade of mine, Greerson. Frank Greerson.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m William Harley” he said as he shook Frank’s hand. “Well, I need to check in with the boss and get home before dark. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
Harley went inside while Frank and Gregory finished washing, drying, and dressing for dinner.
As Gregory opened the door, they heard his mother yell, “And I expect you at breakfast in the morning.”
Harley tipped his hat to the men as they jockeyed through the back door—Frank and Gregory in, and Harley out.
“We’ll be eating at the dining room table,” Mrs. Young instructed as they came in. “Gregory, sit in your father’s spot. I’ll sit where I always do.”