Chapter 20
When we arrived at the McDonald’s at Biltmore Village to have our usual, Robbie was still talking about the movie—evidently, it was the most exciting thing he’d ever done. On the way back to the cabin, he fell asleep and once again had to be carried upstairs. Mike and I spent a playful half hour in bed, then took a nap ourselves until I was awakened by the telephone. It was Sarah calling to let us know that they’d arrived.
“Come have dinner with us this evening,” she said. “I m dying to show you our place.”
“Sure, Sarah,” I said, “but you need to know that there will be three of us.”
“Three?”
“We have a not quite six-year-old staying with us.” I brought her up to date on Robbie’s story
“I think that’s wonderful, and I can’t wait to meet him. See you at seven?”
“We’ll be there, and we’ll bring some toys so Robbie can amuse himself.”
“George Martin,” she said, with that tone, “as you very well know, I have several grandchildren, including one in that age range.”