September brought fall, at least according to the calendar. Rudy continued his therapy sessions, and his anger with himself seemed to wane. He talked about going home for the anniversary party, about taking his brother and sister aside for a talk. “Maybe not Dad, but them, for sure.”
Gideon was filled with thoughts of Christmas already. He knew exactly what he wanted to get for Rudy, and was thrilled to find it on BidForIt.com.
He set up an account and offered the minimum amount set by the seller right away, twenty bucks. “Frank Funn’s shoes started at ten,” he muttered. “I hope I sent Capital One enough to get this, Prissy. Don’t tell Rudy. I want it to be a surprise.”
It was easy to check the bidding when Rudy was away. When he was home, especially when they were at the apartment, bei
