Gabriel
“It didn’t hurt,” Isaiah said for the third time, his voice laced with awe and wonder as I buckled him into the seat in the van. I hated to think what his past appointments had been like.
“Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving,” I grumbled. We hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. And breakfast was donuts at a rest stop. Isaiah had been held over with some of the snacks from Beth while we waited for the tests and the fitting.
“I could eat,” Jeanie agreed.
“Chinese food!” Isaiah shouted gleefully.
“You did promise the young man some spicy Szechuan dumplings, “ Jeanie pointed out with a smile.
“Ah that I did. Let’s find an excellent restaurant, preferably within a five-mile radius of the hotel.”
“Does the hotel really have a pool?” Isaiah asked.
“Yes, sir!” I c
