When the car pulled up in front of the hospital, Moose and Mrs. Kellogg stood up. I really wished we could have done this somewhere else, and taken the time to do it more gently. But I understood the need to remain close to the hospital and Mr. Kellogg. Just in case...
I remained on the bench, observing, not wanting to be in the way or to cause any additional stress on an already tense situation.
A frail woman got out of the car and opened the trunk. The passenger door opened and a boy got out of the car. I looked at the husky twelve-year-old's face and I knew that he couldn't have been anyone else's child.
He was big for his age. His hair was trimmed down to a crew cut, and it was the same color as Moose. He also shared Moose's brown eyes. And like when I first met Moose, they were fi
