Authors: Debra Shiveley Welch
The
m
o
rn
i
ng
p
r
o
g
r
e
ssed
q
u
i
c
kly
f
o
r
L
og
a
n.
B
u
sy
with
h
i
s
d
u
ties, t
h
e
m
o
r
n
i
n
g h
o
urs
flew,
and
b
ef
o
re
h
e
was aware
o
f
t
h
e
time,
Diti
p
l
ac
e
d a
plate
in
f
ro
n
t
of
hi
m
.
L
o
g
a
n
s
m
iled
with
delight.
His
f
av
o
rite
di
s
h
of t
h
e
resta
u
r
a
nt,
Elk
m
eatl
o
af
p
r
esent
e
d
up
on a
bed of he
rb
-
s
cented qu
i
no
a
. Spe
a
rs
o
f
a
sp
ara
g
u
s
sh
one
vi
b
r
ant
gre
e
n
and
glisten
e
d
with
ol
i
v
e
oil. The
sc
e
n
t
of
ro
se
m
ary tickled his nose
a
n
d
c
a
us
e
d his
m
outh to water.
Diti
s
m
iled
h
is a
p
preciati
o
n a
n
d
retur
n
ed to
t
h
e st
ov
e.
As
h
e reach
e
d
t
h
e
s
h
i
n
ing
a
ppli
a
nce, he
he
a
rd Log
a
n
whi
s
per,
“
W
aste,
lila
waste!
Wo
p
ila,
t
h
ank
yo
u
,
for
g
i
v
i
n
g
yo
u
r
life
t
h
at
I
may live.”
Tu
nk
asila!
Lo
g
an
crie
d
!
Peter
s
m
i
led
as
h
e
wal
k
ed
to t
h
e
ta
b
le wh
e
re
L
o
g
a
n was he
l
p
i
n
g N
i
ckie fo
l
d
n
a
pk
i
ns
f
o
r t
h
e
e
v
e
n
ing se
r
v
ice.
It was
m
id-after
n
o
o
n,
a
nd
ti
m
e
f
o
r
L
o
g
an
to h
e
ad
h
o
m
e
for
s
om
e
quiet t
i
m
e with
h
is
g
ra
n
d
p
are
n
ts.
Peter was
m
u
ch
i
m
pr
o
v
ed
fr
o
m t
h
e
m
an
who
sat at
t
h
e
“Sp
o
tted Eagle
T
a
ble,”
so
m
any
years
ago,
n
o
t
o
n
ly
m
e
n
t
al
l
y
,
bu
t p
h
ysically
as we
ll
.
H
i
s
l
eft arm
was
su
p
p
l
e,
h
i
s
ha
n
d
u
n
c
u
r
l
ed.
A
n
al
m
o
st unde
t
ect
a
b
l
e d
ro
op of
t
h
e
l
e
ft
side
of his
m
ou
t
h,
a
n
d
a
slight
h
e
sitance
o
f
spee
c
h,
w
e
re t
h
e o
n
ly ap
p
a
re
n
t testa
m
e
n
ts to
h
is
h
ead
i
n
jury 15
years
b
ef
o
re.