“You don’t start work until eleven today. Why don’t you stay down here and have tea with me and Brian? Maybe he might have some insight into the working of Bull’s brain. I’d tell you to ask Greg, but he can’t say anything because of…”
“…Doctor/patient confidentiality,” Jamie finished Jim’s sentence. They both laughed.
Brian breezed in about fifteen minutes later. “Hey, Jim, Jamie, guess what?”
“What?” Jim asked, looking pained.
“Papa Bear is finally going to let me get a golden retriever. He says that we have to go to obedience training right away and that it stays in its doggie cage at night until it’s trained to go outside. He’s having a doggie door installed and sectioning off a portion of the yard for the dog. I’ll be picking up the doggie do-do though.” Brian’s eyes glowed with mischief.