He looked after Summer Feelin’ from quarter to ten in the morning ‘til quarter after two in the afternoon. Those were the hours that Knute worked for Hosea. Although calling it work was a bit of an exaggeration. Mostly it just gave her a break from Tom and Dory and Summer Feelin’. Tom was having more chest pain lately and was feeling depressed. He had quit practising his juggling. He had quit going to the garage to read his veterinarian journals. Dory was worried about him but at the same time she was restless and annoyed. The wallpaper was coming down in sheets all over the house and she’d bought herself a new hammer. Summer Feelin’ was giddy with excitement over Max’s return and was doing a lot of shaking and flapping. Max and Knute hadn’t really talked much about anything. They’d had coffee at the Wagon Wheel together but it was just like always. It was fun at first but then Knute would get a thought in her head and she’d start getting more and more pissed off. The more pissed off she got, the more he joked around.
