Massachusetts with an Air Stream trailer, and a New Jersey couple with a pop-up trailer.
The RV slid into a deep rut and bounced out. Davey struggled to hang onto Duffy. âAunt Lorrie, I have to go to the bathroom.â
Lorrie grinned. âHang on till weâre parked, Davey. I donât want you walking around in the motor home while Iâm driving.â
âI canât wait to get out and see everything. Right, Duffy?â Exactly on cue, the terrier woofed.
Lorrie passed a garishly decorated pickup truck with a pop-up trailer parked in a grove of trees and knew she was heading in the right direction. âOur site must be just around the bend and to the right,â she said, more for her own benefit than Daveyâs.
Davey turned to look out the long side window. He rubbed at his eyes and stared at the pickup. It looked like the one heâd seen on the turnpike. His thoughts were diverted when Lorrie deftly maneuvered the RV into the assigned slot. As soon as they stopped, he unbuckled his seat belt and headed for the bathroom.
Stepping down out of the RV, Lorrie stretched luxuriously. Davey joined her seconds later, zipping his jeans. âIs it okay if Duffy and I take a walk?â
Tousling his blond head, Lorrie was once again taken with her nephewâs grammar. Saraâs influence, no doubt. Most of the kids who came into Lorrieâs office would have said, âDuffy and me.â âSure,â she said, âbut first letâs set down the rules. Look at your watch. The big hand should be on the nine and the little hand almost on the five. What time is that?â
âItâs fifteen minutes before five oâclock,â Davey said proudly.
âRight. Now, when the big hand is on the three, I want you back here. And you must stay within earshot. Do you know what that means?â
âThat means you have to hear me if I call, or I have to hear you. Right?â
âRight again. Now, Davey, what time do you have to be back here?â she questioned, just to make sure he understood.
âFifteen minutes after five,â he said.
âDonât let Duffy wander off, and if she does, call her, donât chase after her or you could end up getting lost.â
âAw, you shouldnât worry, Aunt Lorrie, Mr. Sanders gave me a real Boy Scout flashlight and money for a phone call. See!â He rummaged in his jeans pocket for his two gifts.
âAnd Iâm impressed.â Not for the world would she tell Davey there were no phones attached to the trees. And as far as the little penlight went, heâd be lucky if he could see his hand in the dark with it. âI think you can make it. Remember, big hand on the three.â
He started to leave then winced.
âWhatâs the matter?â Lorrie asked, concern drawing her brows together as she noticed the pained expression on the little boyâs face.
âItâs . . . my leg braceâI must have it strapped too tight or something. Dad knows how to fix it.â A shadow slipped over Daveyâs face, and Lorrie knew he was suddenly anxious about being separated from his parents for the first time.
âLetâs have a look. Maybe I can help.â
Davey lifted his pant leg. Hunkering down to inspect the brace, Lorrie grimaced when she saw how the leather straps were cutting into the fragile flesh of his calf. âNo wonder. Your sock slipped down. How long has this been irritating you, Davey?â From the abrasion on his leg and the look on his face, Lorrie knew it must have been bothering him for some time. âOh honey, this was hurting you at the zoo, wasnât it? And you didnât say anything. Why?â
âMom and Dad told me not to cause any trouble.â
âDavey, youâre the best kind of trouble I could ever have. I love you, donât you know that? Thereâs no way you could be any trouble to me. Now, sit up here on the step so I can fix
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