Chapter 4

Travis hugged Grandpa, nodded, and headed for the bathroom. He slept pretty good. Far from great, but pretty good.

In the morning, he wandered into the kitchen and smelled coffee. He met Grandpa’s gaze, and they smiled.

Grandpa said, “How’d you sleep?”

“Fair to medium, which is good for me. You?”

“Good, which is unusual with me. I’m glad you’re here.”

Travis pursed his lips and nodded. “You made coffee. Smells great. Been a while.”

“I’m celebrating you’re here. Not too much coffee left. Have some. I have goat milk if you want it.”

“Goat milk?”

“Yup. Got me four goats. Two little ones and mamma and papa. They eat off the land.”

“Yup, you were always a prepper.”

They sat at the table and had coffee.