“I’m wise to you, Beepah. That sounds like something Louie King would say just for its shock value.”
He ignored me. “There’s too much water in the ground and no place for it to go, so it comes out through the toilet. I’ll have to move my headquarters to the big bed for the foreseeable future. Your mother probably misses me anyway.” He snorted a little laugh. “I’ll get the septic pumped out. It happens every year.”
“Did she get home last night?”
“She rolled in about ten, the poor woman,” he said. “She works too hard.”
Beep dropped his cap on the table. He pulled out a chair and sat down. “We should go up to the top today.” He nodded almost skyward toward the top of Trumpet Hill. “I was up there last week. The beavers are busy as ever. I only saw one, but there might be babies by now.”
