The next day was a bustle of activities in the manor house, the entire household getting ready for the all-round affairs of the day. My own designated work was to get myself ready for Firewalt and grandpa Blake’s to going around seeing to the arrangements of my belongings for the departure; at least I hope he was, the old chap was nowhere to be found.
“What are you doing?” he asked when he finally did show up in my room around 11 a.m.
That morning, the old man had opted for a more down to earth look: a blue shirt, black trousers, black tie and a black coat with a blue muffler. Is it just me or does the old Sanders really like dabbling with fashion outfits a lot?
“I’m preparing for school, like I’m supposed to,” I replied, giving him the ‘Duh!’ expression.
He gave a short laugh and said
