“Thanks, kid. Say goodbye and thanks to Sprat for me. I’ll see you all shortly.”
They piled into the van. Jeff took the wheel while Julie directed Ed to the other front seat. She took the rear one behind him and pulled the picnic basket onto her lap so that she could calm the cat during the relatively brief ride.
“Where to?”
“Eight-forty-four Downing Road.”
Ed answered while buckling up. Perhaps glad of male company for a change, he immediately pursued a conversation.
“I’ve been out of circulation. How do the Patriots look this year?”
“Pretty good – though they lost their preseason opener.”
Julie let them talk sports while she looked out at the sky. Clouds were rolling in, dark and angry with the threat of a storm. After a remarkably dry summer, the farmers would welcome a good soak
