CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Blondie is dressed for church and she’s trying to get the kids to finish breakfast, so they won’t be late for Sunday School. It’s tough, but she’s winning the battle. Coming down the stairs, I hear Larry ask, "Where's Dad?"
He doesn't have to wait for his answer—I entered the arch that leads to the kitchen.
"Your Dad's right here and your Dad has to get going."
Blondie gives me a knowing smile from the range where she’s getting ready to break a couple of eggs into the frying pan. "Bulldog, I think you probably need a good breakfast to rebuild your energy. What would you like with your eggs?"
I come up behind her, take her in my arms, and plant a big kiss on her cheek. "No time, sweetheart. I want to get down to Desert Star Motors. You have my eggs, and then take th
