As it turned out, it was going to be even longer. Pop insisted on staying until just before sunrise. First he rambled about his golf game. Then he brought up the extra televisions Noah had purchased for the Golden Circle, something he did every time he saw Noah. He and Mom had come up for Christmas to spend it with the grandchildren and had stopped at the tavern. “What’s all this, then?”
“Pop, we need these if we want to keep up with the times.”
Pop had grumbled about the cost, shutting up only after Noah had showed him the books.
“All right. Gaye,” Pop said now. “Why don’t you tell Noah about that dance contest we plan to enter?”
“Gamble, I’m falling asleep here. Let’s go to our hotel. Noah needs to go to bed, and I’m sure Gabriel will give you all the assurances you need tomorrow eve
