Chapter Twenty-Seven

Monday morning dawns bright and sunny, looking like a gorgeous day. Val and Van wake up in a wild mood, so excited that they can hardly sit still. They triple check the plan with us, making sure that we will all be there on time. We have to confirm the time with Val six times. As I'm doing her hair, she asks again. “What time are you coming?”

“Val, honey. We will be there at eleven.”

“You might want to get there a little early.” She tells me, as if my time management skills are so bad that I need a six year old to tell me when to arrive places.

“We will get there at ten fifty.” I tell her, putting the bow in