Chapter 20

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For Br’er, the two weeks between Ray’s phone call and the day he was to pick Br’er up seemed more like two years. They’d chatted on the phone briefly a couple of times, but Br’er hadn’t been able to find out any more about the mysterious weekend or why Ray had decided to come out to Mazie.

When the big day arrived, Br’er paced the floor anxiously as the hour of Ray’s arrival approached.

“You’re gonna wear out your Nikes—or the rug—one or the other. Sit down. You’re tiring Mickey out,” Mazie said with a laugh.

The little dog had been following Br’er back and forth across the room for the last half-hour.

Br’er nervously sat on the edge of the couch, looking like a tiger about to pounce. He tapped the floor with his left foot and folded and unfolded his hands.

Ten minutes past the time Ray was supposed to arrive, Br’er had just asked, “What if he doesn’t show up?” when the doorbell rang.

Mickey ran to the door and began barking furiously.