Well, there we were, waiting for a honk from the Air Ruby plane, when all of a sudden we heard a knock on the door. We did what we often do: start to brawl loudly over who gets to open the door. Mom, thinking it was Dogdad who had forgotten to call -- or the plane -- threw open the door. I realized it wasn't Dad or Ruby -- it was the UPS man leaving a package, and I sat down in front of the open door. JH, on the other hand, bolted out the door and disappeared from sight. Mom went to the edge of the driveway and called his name -- no JH.
Barefoot, but with her heart in her mouth, she ran inside for her shoes to go looking for him. But when she went outside a minute later, guess who came running up the street and our driveway -- why none other than the little scalawag himself. Panting. Little heart beating fast. Very pleased with himself. Certainly not aware that he could have been hit by a car, or lost. I actually kissed him when he came inside!!!
Fortunately we were still wearing our collars -- hadn't removed them for the pawty yet.
Neither of us had ever done that before. Mom was so sure it was Dad, she didn't check the way she always does before she opens the door. But at least we now know that Harry knows where he lives. Huge sigh.
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