Chapter 20I didn't know where Hobart had slept, but I knew he'd stayed somewhere outside. Maybe he'd stretched out in my father's shop. There was a large ceiling heater in there.
His Werewolf pals had brought meat to cook on my father's gas grill, and some of their women had brought potato salad, beans, and other things to go with it. I remembered that they had called me some nasty names that first morning, but now I was their pal. Go figure. They all ate outside at the picnic table, in lawn chairs, or on their Hogs. This was good, since I didn't have a large enough space to seat twenty or so people in my house, and furthermore, I didn't want them in my house, as I hadn't invited them. I wasn't sure what they had been celebrating, but they had whooped it up for a while, and then, getting
