Chapter 10
IT DIDN’T TAKE long for us to settle down into a life of cozy domesticity, and I really enjoyed being a part of the choir at Good Shepherd. Three or four weeks after we signed the lease, we received an invitation through George and Mike to accompany them to Atlanta for the weekend.
“What’s in Atlanta?” I said, when Zeke and Zeb told Norm and me about the invitation one evening.
“Some friends of George and Mike’s,” he said. “Ever since they adopted Robbie, they’ve been either flying or driving to Atlanta every Saturday so he can see a child psychologist there.”
“Why does he need to see a child psychologist?” I said.
“Because he saw his father beating his mother to death, and he needs help dealing with that,” Zeke said.
“What prompted the invitation?” Norm said.
“Their frie
