“That’s ok. I know things have been mighty busy for you’uns. He surely does enjoy those letters from Jason though. He has saved every one.”
From the porch, they could hear the old man talking, but he was speaking fewer words before he would have to stop to get his breath.
“So boy, do you…. still have that four-ten over and … under shotgun I gave ya’?”
“Yes sir, I sure do, that’s the only squirrel gun I ever use.”
“How ‘bouts the gold railroad watch?”
“Yes Sir, I carried that with me to my Homecoming Dance this year. Mom bought me a gold chain to put on it. I took it with me to take my college boards. And I’m going to wear it to my graduation. It’s my good luck piece.”
Weezie turned to Leah and Colin.
“He’s getting mighty short of breath. He’ll be a’needin’ his ox-gen shortly.
