The plane arrived on time. Even the baggage claim seemed to want to cooperate in getting Brad settled in as soon as possible. As we drove home Brad babbled on and on about football camp, how he hoped he could play either tight end or middle linebacker, how he had put on weight enough to play either position and how he had been working out at the local Bally’s in Connecticut to stay in shape. He certainly showed the effects of those workouts. Bradley the boy had left Ann Arbor; Brad the hunk had returned.
I looked at Mrs. Sturgis in the rear view mirror. She had a smile on her face, the kind of smile that said she knew she was making the right decision. Since Brad’s house had been sold, he and his grandmother were staying with us. We stopped for dinner and then went on to the house.
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