don't recall exactly which one, but I know it was an
important magazine. Mr. Kenneth was right proud of
her at the time."
"I work for Kenneth, you know," I told him as
we drove into town.
"Oh, that's right. You're Mrs. Logan's
granddaughter. The judge told me you were helping
Kenneth around his house and such." He shook his
head. "The next time you see him, you tell him he
should come visit more. '
"Do you know why he doesn't?" I asked softly. "That isn't my business. I just know a son
should visit his father when his father is along in age.
That's where you're living, right there?" he said,
nodding at Uncle Jacob and Aunt Sara's house. "Yes."
I saw the car in the driveway beside the truck
and knew Cary was home. Why wasn't he visiting
Uncle Jacob at the hospital? I wondered.
"Here we are," Morton said, pulling into the
driveway. "You come visit again. I know the judge
would like that," he said.
"Thank you."
I got out and hurried to the front door. As I
entered, Aunt Sara was climbing the stairs with a tray
in her hands. There was a bowl of clam chowder,
crackers, and a piece of filleted bass with some
vegetables on a plate. She swung her head around to
see me come in and flashed a smile at me, her eyes
full of sparkling light.
"He's home!" she announced. "Jacob's home.
He insisted they release him today instead of waiting