At that moment, Old Mr. Francoeur called.
Glancing at the caller ID, Winnie said to Sonny, “It’s my grandfather.”
Sonny smiled and gestured for her to answer.
Then he turned to look out the window, quietly admiring the scenery of Donimingon.
“Grandpa,” Winnie answered.
Old Mr. Francoeur asked, “Winnie, have you picked up Sonny?”
“Yes,” Winnie replied. “We’ve picked him up and we’re on our way back to the city.”
