July 3

OLeif was off work, which was a fortunate thing for Collette, who felt more like resting on the couch under the shadow of her summer cold.
Puck, who was also recovering, but loads more spry, was amusing himself by chewing on a large purple oval-shaped eraser which made him look like he had a purple tongue. He grinned past the eraser and rummaged through a zippered bag of old pens and pencils. He was then given a ride in the piggy-back pouch on OLeif’s shoulders before they left for the store in the cool green of the late morning.
It was a long, sick day.
By the time night had come, Collette settled into bed for the night.
“What was that?” she asked OLeif, thinking she had heard some music coming from the living room.
“That was Puck,” he replied. “He’s playing the trumpet for us so we’ll come and get him. And Hobbes will be running around in circles while he plays for us.”