You’ll take care of him right?” asked Leslie.
“What? Of course,” I replied, “I’ll take care of all of them.”
“Oh no, that’s silly. But Pallie. You’ll take Pal right? I mean if something should happen to me.”
“Sure, whatever you want,” I said nonchalantly
But she stopped. She was staring at me. She needed to know.
“Of course, Leslie. Of course we would.”
Finally, my mother-in-law was satisfied. She took a deep breath, pulled her shoulders up by her ears and exhaled all at once. Nodding her head, her wonderful hair popped out of her helmet, frizzy and wild.
“OK, then,” she went on. “What were you saying?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Let’s trot.”
And just like that, on an ordinary winter day along the Blue Trail in…
