… went back into my room and the “Ducks” pamphlet was just sitting right there lying flat square in the middle of my one half-empty shelf. I swear. I was back in his room holding it not sixty full seconds after breaking the bad news to him. “Ookay, so this wants to be read tonight.” Big big eyes.

He was clearly way too charged to sleep so I went to get us a head start on -Kindred Rites- and then stopped myself and explained there was an Allie short story he needed to hear first and that I’d need to check at the folks to dig up wherever the “Ducks” pamphlet ended up after the move…

-Night Calls- is done. He sat up in bed breathlessly quivering after the final page, whispering “The White Wanderer.” Then he looked me in the eye and exclaimed
“That was REALLY good writing!”

Yes. He made me read the first three chapters in one go. My back still hurts from sitting too long! I think I am going to need to impose a two chapter limit!

We start -Night Calls- tonight. It’s time.

It doesn’t help when you cannot identify the animal despite having had a perfect view of one leg.

Omg.