said, "and Laura certainly was not. How would they
like a sightseeing bus coming around to their
backyards and having people gape at them while they
did their housework?"
I nodded, understanding some of his anger. "You're right. That isn't nice." He looked appreciative, but quickly checked his smile and gazed at
May.
"Better get back," he said. "May's sleepy." When we returned to the house, Uncle Jacob
was entertaining his fisherman friend in the living
room while their wives chatted in the kitchen. We
went directly upstairs. May went to sleep quickly. "Thanks for the custard and the walk," I told
Cary in th
e hallway.
He stared at me a moment.
"Are you very tired?"
"No, not very," I said.
"Want to see something special?"
"Sure."
"Come on," he said, leading the way down the
stairs. We stepped quietly through the house, but
Uncle Jacob heard us and came to the living room
doorway.
"Where "Where you going now, son?" he
asked.
"Just going to check the bog," Cary replied. Uncle Jacob looked at me, his eyes growing
smaller before he nodded softly and returned to his
company.
Cary said nothing. He hurried out of the house
and led me over the grounds to the hill. When we
reached the top, he paused and we gazed at the bog.
The moonlight played tricks with the blossoms. They