Well, I finally got around to going over and chatting with Christy, for the first time since she had the baby. I never really got up the nerve, before. Anyway, his name's Dylan, and he just had his first birthday. He's not walking yet, and can just crawl. Chubby little blond. It was driving me nuts, not knowing his name. Mike came home while I was talking to Christy. I'm always going to wonder just what he thinks of us, but I suppose we're lucky he tolerates us. Some people would complain to the village the first time a goat crossed the street.

I didn't summon sufficient gall to ask whether they're married. Never will. One of the boys said I certainly would've when I was five; maybe it's a pity that was ten years ago....