We spent a quiet night watching television. Some sappy over-sentimental dramas of lost kids and loving parents, the kinds of stories that everyone’s dreams are made of, but happen too rarely in real life.
Everyone was silent, lost in their own thoughts. I think Charlie might even have dozed off at one point. Fortunately, neither he nor I snored, so all was good.
About nine thirty, Rick and Patty stood up after communicating through sibling telepathy.
“Be right back.” Rick gave me a kiss on the forehead.
They stomped out through the front door, which I took to mean they were walking around the house to the bakery if that was their goal.
“Where are they going?” Mack had sat up alert when his mother stood. “Maybe I should go with…”
“Nope. If she’d wanted you to go with her, she would ha
