It took another half hour, but we finally had all of Mom’s things we could find, or that were worth taking. We piled it all in the living room. It was about 5 o’clock. “We going soon? Supper’s at six on the dot. And I could eat a bear,” George said.
“Five? Five o’clock? Oh my God!” Tristan shouted, running both hands through his already mussed up hair. “My music lesson is in fifteen minutes! Can we leave now? Can somebody take me there and pick me up later?”
I shrugged. George shrugged and smiled. “I’ll take you. I’d love to drive that car one more time. I sold it to Tom when I went in the service, but it’s really neat to see it, again. Of course, he never did know about the back seat. Hey,” he snapped his fingers. “I used to play a mean guitar. What are you learning?”
“Bagpipes!” Trist
