Tommy shook his head. “Mom says no company for a while. He’s coming home this afternoon, but you guys can’t see him for some time.”
Billy sighed. “Seems to me there isn’t any use in being sick. It isn’t any fun no matter which way you look at it. What’s the guy going to do with his time?”
“Oh, read, I guess. And study. He’s going to have a tutor, Mom said,” Tommy answered.
Buzzy whistled. “You mean he’s gotta have school work? Jeepers! That’s terrible!”
Tommy shrugged. “It would be worse if he had to stay back a term in school.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Buzzy said thoughtfully. “But about what we guys can do. You think about it, Tommy. Let us know, won’t you?”
Tommy stood up. “Will do,” he said. “And listen, you guys, one more thing. Mom said those letters you wrote were just about the nicest things you could have done for him. Keep it up, will you?”
Doris came out to the porch. “Tommy, have you seen Mother?” she asked.
“Sure. Mom’s upstairs getting ready to go over to get Jack. What’s up?”
“Where’s Dad?”