Chapter 40
“We just adopted a little boy,” I said, and gave them the short version of the story.
We returned to the pool for a while to cool down from the Jacuzzi, after which we headed for the showers. Back in the house, we found Robbie sitting in the sunroom talking to Mrs. Barnett and sipping a glass of what appeared to be lemonade.
“Hi, there, big guy,” I said, ruffling his hair. “Sorry we weren’t upstairs when you woke up.”
“It’s okay,” he said. “Mrs. Barnett said you were swimming.”
“That we were,” I said. “By the way, do you know how to swim?
“No, Sir.”
“Well, we can’t have you living in a city near the ocean and not knowing how to swim,” I said. “We’ll take you to the Y the next time they have a class for kids your age.”
“Okay.”
Steve and Roger walked up to us, and I said, “Robbie, this is Steve and Roger. Steve, Roger, this is Robbie.”
They shook hands solemnly with Robbie and took seats in nearby chairs.