Chapter Three
After such a late night, Xavier wasn’t surprised that it was mid-morning before they woke. Then Blake made his round of phone calls, using the speaker function on his cell phone, while Xavier scrambled eggs and grilled bacon.
“Your mother has made the biggest apple pie I’ve ever seen. Bring your friend around this afternoon when you come,” Blake’s father suggested. Blake raised his eyebrow at Xavier, who nodded.
“Sure, Dad. See you about three, then.”
“Come with a big appetite, boy.” The older man laughed, ending the call.
“Are you okay with that? We won’t need to stay long, but I often drop in for maybe an hour,” said Blake.
“That’s fine. You spent three hours with me in the cold last night. An hour eating apple pie is not much for me to do in return.”
“The food will
