Entry into the elite private school was coveted. They boasted a year long waiting list, but Angie, her little brother and their cousin Kit and Angus’ son were already set to attend pre-school through third grade after which they would transition to the annex for 4th to 6th grades each following the same path.

“Thank you. I’m very pleased to be here. Ms. Jenkins would it be okay if I learned the children’s names? Melvin asked.

“Of course, Mr. Porter. I believe you already know Sofia and Jenny.”

The twin sisters were Angie’s best friends and spent lots of time at the Porter-Kennard home. They waved at Melvin and he smiled and waved back.

“Christopher why don’t we start with you.”

Ms. Jenkins picked on the little boy sitting closest to the front. He stood up without any hint of shyness and walked over to Melvin with hand extended to shake.

“Hello Mr. Porter. My name is Christopher Horton. It’s my pleasure to meet you sir.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Horton.” Melvin responded giving the small hand a firm shake.

Each child in turn stood up with a similar greeting. Once the introductions were completed, they all settled down for the story.

“Mr. Porter would you like to do the honors?” Ms. Jenkins asked holding up the book.

When Ms. Jenkins said she expected participation he was thinking more in the line of leading a discussion but reading to the children gave him great pleasure.

“Of course.” Melvin responded as he removed his suit jacket and hung it on the back of the chair, but not before pulling his reading glasses out of the inside pocket.

Ms. Jenkins handed him the book, then sat over to side of the room observing him as he commanded the children’s attention. His deep baritone voice contrasted with the high-pitched squeals of eight five-year-old’s as he read the title of the book.

Animal Strike at the Zoo it’s True by Karma Wilson. Illustrated by Margaret Spengler.

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“How is he?” Kit asks Bette as she enters Melvin’s hospice suite.

“The same, except I think he’s dreaming. He’s been talking and smiling in his sleep. Sounds like a nursery rhyme or something, but I can’t make it out.” Bette answers.