back for him and was surprised when we had reached
the turn and he still hadn't appeared. I hadn't seen him
all day, the day before. Daddy's parents were there for
a late lunch: although we had invited Aunt Glenda and
Uncle Roy, they didn't come. Uncle Roy called with
the usual excuse: Aunt Glenda had a very bad
headache.
Just after dinner that night. I walked over to
Uncle Roy and Aunt Glenda's house to talk to Harley
about when and how I would help him study for his
upcoming final exams. Uncle Roy was sitting in his
rocker, but hardly moving. He was in the shadows,
and I didn't realize he was there until I was almost at
the front steps.
"Hi, Uncle Roy," I said. "How's Aunt Glenda
now?" "She fell asleep," he said.
There wasn't much starlight because of some
overcast. so I could barely see his face.
"Is Harley around? I wanted to talk to him
about his schoolwork," I said.
"He went to sleep. too," Uncle Roy said. "So early?"
"When all you do mostly is sleep and eat and
ride around on your motorcycle, it's not surprising,"
he muttered.
"Would you please tell him I'll see him
tomorrow after school then. Uncle Roy?"
"Ill tell him," he said.
"Thanks for helping with my party yesterday," I
continued.
"Oh you're more than welcome, Princess." "Good night," I said.