Chapter 9While the family waited for Wills, Theo, and their son to return, Pat ran through what he called “Baby Bear’s Medley.”
“You did a good job, son.” In spite of the fact Jack had cleared his throat before he’d spoken, his tone was gruff.
“Thanks, Jack.” He treasured those times when Jack called him son.
“Oh, Pat!” Jill dried her cheeks with her palms. “I wish I’d thought to ask you to do this for Elf.”
“I still can. Tell me what songs you’d like, and I’ll put it together and have it ready for his next birthday.”
“Thank you!” She jumped up, went to him, and hugged him.
“Geez, Jill. It’s the least I can do.”
She smacked his arm. “Don’t say that.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Miss Su, who’d been playing with a catnip mouse, suddenly bolted from the room.
“We’re home,” Wills called from the f
