He placed his suitcase near the door and forced a smile before he entered. “The sun is out and it looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day, Harland.” Evan grabbed the spindles of a straight-backed chair and placed it beside the older man’s bed. “How are you feeling this morning?” Since Harland had taken to his bed, Delilah had claimed a small space near his legs. After standing to see who’d intruded upon her sleep, she stretched her furry body, gave a feeble purr, and plopped back into her space on the bed. Harland’s thinning white hair fanned across the pillow like a halo of dandelion dust. “I’m doing just fine. Don’t you spend your time fretting about me. You’ve got lots to accomplish in the next few days, and worrying about an old man isn’t one of them. I’ve been praying everything will go real smooth so you can return and get started on that golf course.” His voice was weaker than usual. “No telling what the doctor’s going to decide about me.
