Ray stood, head cocked, ears deployed in Dumbo mode, listening to the car as it drove away. His friends gone, Ray returned to the center of the living room and gave two long (mournful?) howls then lay down with his characteristic old-man groan and passed out on the floor. His vacation was over.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
It was the last day of our vacation. There were hugs all around. Ray escorted Yuko and Hannah to the door and was restrained from joining them when they left. They climbed into the minivan. The car started and pulled out of the driveway.