Chapter 103

“We should do something more adventurous, I suppose. I’d offer to take you to Hawaii or France, but that’s a little out of my price range and comfort zone. Sorry about that.”

I couldn’t stop rambling, there beside the meadow with chirping birds, dancing flowers, and butterflies. I spotted two yellow ones flitting from beebalm to lupines. That quieted me, but only for a moment.

“We’ll definitely take another road trip, Jefferson. For real, this time. I don’t mean to suggest our trip to Massachusetts and Tennessee last fall wasn’t real, but now…” I gasped again, then touched my chest. Something else was off. “Maybe I can teach you how to drive a twenty-first century car. They don’t fly or anything, like on The Jetsons, but you don’t need to crank them, and you don’t need a horse. We can take turns driving, and when it’s my turn, you can hold Wilbur on your lap. Little French bulldogs love to be held. He’ll love you even more, now that you have a lap.”