Two days earlier, they’d just got back from Sam and Donnie’s when Craig asked, “Is there any of that French bread left?”
“You’re never hungry again!” Andy said, following him into the kitchen.
“We ate hours ago.”
Andy looked at his watch. “Only about two.”
“I can’t go to bed on an empty stomach; I’d just lie awake all night, specially as it’s a new bed and—”
Andy knew where his nephew was going and was determined to head him off. “All right. I’ll make you something, which means as soon as your head hits the pillow, you will fall fast asleep.”
“Yes, Uncle Andy,” Craig grinned.
They decided to watch television; Craig delighted in playing with Luke’s cable system.
Andy kept trying to convince himself that everything was all right. He was not nervous. No way. He had been waiting we
