Chapter 4Jefferson and Daniel arrived back at Archie’s thrift store in a literal blink, and within just another moment, the bell on the front door signified a customer—two of them.
“Goose! Patrick!” Daniel threw his arms around them as a pair. There were four, in actuality, big, burly, bushy bearded Patrick and oh-so-handsome Goose, with his always unkempt dark hair even more so with nary a barber visit in months plus two more. In Goose’s arms was Wilbur, the French bulldog that looked like a little pig. Patrick held Toto, a little black pig who looked like a dog. Goose had come out of his shell some in the two years they’d known one another, Daniel thought, but he still slouched some and almost halfway hid his smaller stature behind Patrick’s bulkiness. Daniel offered them all a second e
