Angus walks to the end of the garden and is soon joined by a highly enthusiastic male PON.
The female PON is having a flat hair day.
Sophie stays in the kitchen to monitor the college boys having breakfast. She gets fussed over but would prefer a croissant rather than a tickle.
Bob and Angus set off in the car and are at the picture framers at opening time. He has made a new frame and painted it dark green to match the colours of the lavender plant. The battered old print was bought when we were impoverished students in New Orleans forty years ago. Caught in a thunderstorm and with all 'reasonably priced' options full a fresh faced Angus summoned up courage and went to the reception desk at the swishest hotel in town and asked what their cheapest room was. He had $25 to his ( and 'The Fonts' ) name. The chutzpah of youth. The cheapest room was four times that but with rain cascading down outside the desk clerk saw my disappointment, took pity, gave us a suite and threw in breakfast. Things like that make America a special place. We had enough money left over to buy the print. An $8 purchase but now invaluable - a reminder of the kindness of strangers.
The framer is tasked with finding a more modern frame for a portrait of 'The Fonts' great grandfather. Bob settles on the mat at the shop door and watches him work in silence.
The sun beats down. The PONs take long summer afternoon naps in the cool of the downstairs hallway.
What happens to a town when its Walmart closes ? An intriguing story :https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/jul/09/what-happened-when-walmart-left