FOURBig Jim Bullock walked into the guest bedroom and opened the blinds. The morning sun filled the room like a floodlight, waking Paco. The large mattress made him appear even smaller than he was, like the last abandoned fledgling in the nest. He blinked his eyes and looked up at the man standing over him. Pulling the comforter over his face, he held it above his nose, so that only his dark eyes peered out.
He giggled like a little girl.
“What’s so funny, sport?”
“I thought I was dreaming, but it is real,” he said, lowering the comforter to expose a wide grin. “I wake up in a beautiful mansion with my angel standing over me.”
Two bedrooms in a subdivision is hardly a mansion, Jim thought. Granted, it was a step up from Paco’s hospital room, and God only knew where he’d been before tha
