Chapter 12

“Good morning, Taylor,” I said, smiling fit to burst.

“Good morning, sir.”

Such manners from such a beautiful boy brought tears to my eyes, which I immediately blinked back.

“I’m your father. My name is Bergman. And this,” I said taking Hastings’ hand, “is also your father, Hastings.”

“Pleased to meet you,” he said.

I stood up and Hastings and I took one hand each and led Taylor outside.

“I hope you don’t mind walking,” said Hastings. “We left the horse at home today, but you can ride him later if you like. Do you like horses?”

“I don’t really know, sir. I’ve only seen drawings.”

Everything Taylor said made me smile. He was so innocent, so sweet. More polite than I’d ever been, although I had tried hard to make a good first impression. I think I’d been a much shyer boy.

At about the halfway mark on our journey home, Taylor began to drag his feet.

“Are you okay, little man?” asked Hastings. “Your legs hurting?”

“No, sir,” replied Taylor.