As Gregory reveled in his thoughts, he peered out the window. It would be another gloomy day and would probably rain again. Just as Gregory thought he should wake James, the boy woke on his own. He sat up in bed and stared at Gregory through squinted eyes.
“Do you think the wolves headed over to our place last night?” he asked in his drowsy morning voice.
“I haven’t been outside to see where their tracks led, but I think they headed toward the river,” Gregory answered, hoping James didn’t notice the worry in his voice. “We’ll check it out when we head back to your ma’s.”
“What are those?” James asked, pointing at the floor.
“Those are mushrooms. They grow on the floor when it’s as damp as it has been. The rain must have brought them.”
“Can we eat them for breakfast?”
“Naw, even Sally won’t eat them, so they’re probably not the kind you can eat.”
“Oh,” James said and finished dressing.