The people nearby looked up in surprise as the Beebe family put on their wraps.
"My husband has got some goats down in the truck he wants us to see," Grandma explained.
"But it's raining, Mrs. Beebe."
"I know. That's why we're bundling up." Grandma blushed. "Y'see, my husband's like a little boy whenever he's got a new pet to show me."
[Chapter 16]
WELCOME HOME, PROGGER
The night was dark and broody with no moon or stars. Not a glimmer of light anywhere. A curtain of fine rain closed in the deserted parking lot.
With a great heave Grandpa hoisted Grandma up into the back of the truck. "It's easier loading Misty," he panted.