18: Old Friends
“Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other’s gold.”~ Girl Scouts of America
Once more, the pair set off into the trackless wilds, or at least trackless as far as Frank could tell. Davey, heading up the front, seemed as always to be following a trail of his own invention through the brush. It was close to wintertime down in the valley, and with no foliage to soften the sharp branches and sticks whipped against Frank's sailor jacket. "How much farther is it to your house? I'm getting torn up back here."
"Yeah and I can hear your ploddin'. Means any wolves patrolling by certainly will. Take more time and step between the sticks and leaves. Go for moss if you can, that's always silent if a lil' slippery. Make like yer in a crowded ballroom and the plant
