As advertised, Bob-Gunnar and Mikey spent the rest of the morning cooped up in the office. Vidalia Sweet came up to the house around ten o’clock, not leaving until Thumper and I had managed to get some lunch on the table.
There wasn't a whole lot going on, entertainment-wise, in McHardy. No sights really to see besides those of the this-person-lives-here, once-I-caught-a-frog-over-there variety, and Thumper wasn’t exactly on the edge of his seat for more of those. There was a movie house up on the other side of the highway, but the matinee wasn’t exactly a first-run blockbuster, and besides, it was far too gorgeous a summer morning to pass indoors. So we played cards on the porch until the coffee was gone, then took a stroll down along the banks of Cold Creek where it ran behind the Mayor
