Homecomings

A knock at the door. Now who could that be, at this hour? Well, no sense wondering. I pull myself up and walk across the room. Ferdi Hornblower, and Jolly Cotton, and...

I suck in my breath. Sam? My Sam? No one's had nothing to say 'bout you for many a month! But you sound like Sam, and you look like him, what I can see in this light. You're thinner, though. Too thin. Wish I had a plate o' bacon to give you.

"Well, don't let all the cold air in," I say, and you help me back to my chair.