“That’s right, Grandpa True, another day or two won’t make a difference. How about we accompany you for a walk?” Anthony echoed his mother’s words.

Even Hawk chimed in, “Grandpa True, Mrs. Stone is right. We’ve waited decades, so waiting another day or two isn’t a problem. Your health is more important. Lilian should be arriving tonight.”

“Since she had the baby, she’s always wanted to go out, complaining that her son cries too much.”

Hawk laughed. “Little Oliver is just as much of a crier as Lilian was as a child.”

“I remember Lilian was quite easy to handle though,” Patrick said, recalling when Lilian was about two or three years old. At that age, she hardly cried and was very well-behaved, with an exceptional memory. Even if she did not understand whatever she learned immediately, she would remember it and then slowly grasp it herself.

Hawk was almost ten years older than Lilian and was already in the first year of junior high when Doc adopted her. He remembered his master bei