Regina
I decided to take the train to New York City. Taking a car, looking for parking, dealing with the crazy drivers was more trouble than it was worth. Jeff still wasn’t cleared to drive, so I asked Sandy to pick me up.
It was a little awkward, saying goodbye to him. He stood at the door, one crutch propped under his arm, with a rather pitiful and forlorn look on his face. And Otis, sitting at his feet, wore the same sad expression. “Come on guys,” I said, bending down to give the dog a rub first. “It’s only four days. I’ll be back before you know it.” I leaned my forehead against Otis’s black furry head, “Take care of the big guy for me.”
Otis whined.
I straightened, and looked up at Japtheth. He was wearing a green t-shirt with a tractor company logo emblazened across his c
