CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
I didn't see Bobby for the rest of December, but I did hear that his parents came down for Christmas week and spent their time between a grubby little motel room close to the prison and the short visits that were allotted to see their son. Our family had a very nice holiday season. We got to spend a lot of time together, which is unusual this time of the year. Although we are honoring the birthday of Christ, there are no weeks in the calendar as violent as the ones during the Christmas season.
I didn't give Bobby a thought until almost midnight Christmas Eve. After the kids were off to bed, Blondie and I played Santa and Mrs. Claus, getting the presents out of hiding and placing them under the tree. It was an up-hill fight getting two bikes assembled, but at last they
