Before we were leaving I pulled an insulated blue denim jean jacket out of my armoire and pulled it on because I know that it was still nippy outside even though it was nearly summer time.
I guess he had already talked it over with Grandfather because when we went out to the garage, the two of us got into one of Grandfather’s other cars.
It seems that, either Grandfather had already told Daddy Phil where the Barber shop was or he had showed him before they came back from seeing Mom, because we drove right there without getting lost even once. I found out when we walked in that they had conspired with the barber because he greeted us as we stepped through the door.