“Mom? Dad?” Arrington stirred. “I told him we’d all go riding this morning,” she said. “Right after breakfast, Peter,” Stone called back. “Say, eight o’clock?” “I’ll meet you downstairs at eight,” Peter replied, then went away. “What time is it?” Arrington asked. “Six-thirty.” “Then breakfast will appear momentarily.” She got up, slipped into a dressing gown, and unlocked the bedroom door. A moment later someone knocked, and she opened the door. Somes came in pushing a hotel-style table on wheels, and he set it up before the fireplace in the sitting room, while Arrington and Stone brushed their teeth. They ate hungrily. “I’m so glad the college acceptances came when they did,” Arrington said. “It worked out perfectly, didn’t it? And Hattie had a nice surprise for us. I don’t think Peter knew.” “We’re not going to be able to keep them out of bed together, you know,” Arrington said. “I suppose not,” Stone said. “Maybe we’d better yield to reality and get the three of them an apartment together in New Haven.”
