The next morning, after eating a good home-cooked meal, he heard someone pounding on the door.
When no one answered after a few minutes, Patch got up and walked sluggishly over. The early morning sunshine shown through and Mr. Summer’s smiled widely at him.
“Hey son,” he said, slapping Patch’s shoulder. “Sorry to wake you, I know you’ve been working. Can I come in?”
He made his way inside before Patch could answer, and began to sit things out on the dining room table, including donuts.
Patch yawned, made some coffee and rubbed his sleepy eyes as Mr. Summers talked to himself.
“No offense pops, but why are you here so early?”
Mr. Summers chuckled and looked up at the stairs and back at Patch. “I know my kids well enough to know you’d be the only one up and I’d have a chance to set
