Frank,

Good news, partner! Doctor Taylor succeeded. Rollie has gone home to stay with him and his wife. Angie was invited as well. Well, truthfully, they asked me too. I can't believe how generous they are. They're such... dears! Mrs. Taylor should be a grandmother. She would be perfect. She started fussing over Rollie just like he was her own as soon as he got there.  Made sure he was settled in and since he didn't want to sleep (Now THAT is a change), she took him into the kitchen and they're baking cookies. It's adorable watching them. Rollie is stuck in a wheel chair for right now (His leg needs to heal more, before they'll let him use crutches), but fortunately, he doesn't seem too put out about it. Anyway, the Taylor's pet cat (For some reason, Angie and I don't understand, but apparently Rollie does, he's named Horse!) has taken up residence in his lap. The cat thinks Rollie is (as Mrs. Taylor put it), the cat's meow! But just picture it, Mrs. Taylor mixing up the batter, Angie is rolling it out and as soon as it's rolled, it goes on a tray resting on the wheelchair (The cat is hiding under it!) and Rollie cuts them out. Angie then puts them into the oven. Rollie is SO serious about getting each one just right. When the first batch is done, they're going to start decorating and I'm suppose to help them. Mrs. Taylor says she needs a dozen dozen for a rec center "to do". THAT is a lot of cookie baking, my friend!

Oh, I just know Rollie is going to do much better here! How could it go wrong with Mrs. Taylor to mother him and Dr. Taylor doting on his every need? And Angie hanging on to him like ... well, like he's Rollie. Hmm... We may have one problem though, they may spoil him rotten!

I think I'll really be home soon this time,
Mira