Chapter 153 When Are You Going To Admit That It's Over?

• "You'd better call the hens. They'll want as much time as possible to settle in."
• The hens. The five ladies from our church who basically run all the social events. Roger White coming home from the hospital after almost dying is an event they'll want to celebrate. Reverend Enderbey has already ordered food for Sunday service in preparation, and one of the husbands left a bunch of folding tables and chairs. They'll be filled with stews and homemade burgers by four. With a sigh, I pull out my phone.
• Today is going to be a long day. I come out of the refreshing water just in time to see Abraham soaring through the air. I can't help but laugh. He still acts like a ten"year"old every time he's here, launching himself from the tire swing hanging from a giant oak tree near the embankment. The pond is in the middle of the field, almost halfway between our properties, and it's big enough to tire me out when I swim across it. But none of us are in a hurry to do anything more than just float today.