Gold did at last afford the pooch some attention. Almost testing, but he could definitely feel him properly again. "Whether it's humans on the linens or dogs they have to wash them regardless."

City noise drew his attention to the window.

"Henry was absolutely dead set on doing every little thing when we came down here." Of course, anxious about seeing his son again and potentially losing his memories if a good strong gale caught that scarf had stopped Gold from being more than distantly accommodating.

But then he didn't know the boy was his grandson yet.