“A sweater.” Day frowned. “Because he’s missing fur.”
“I mean, he’s missing a little.”
“He looks like an orange opossum.”
Goldie snorted. “Do you want to buy the opossum a sweater?”
“Yes. If I had yarn, I could make one.”
“Make one?” Goldie quirked his brows. “Like, knit one?”
“When Father still took us to church, the ladies who taught Sunday school taught me. I made a small sweater for a doll once. I think I could make one for him.”
“What do you need? Just yarn and knitting needles?”
“Yes?” Day didn’t sound sure.
“Tell you what.” Goldie yawned again. “After I get off work tomorrow, I can stop by Michael’s and get you some stuff. Just tell me what I should pick up.”
“Who’s Michael?”
“It’s the name of a craft store.”
“Oh. How long do you have to be at work?” Day frowned.
“At least until five. Wait, unless tomorrow is a yoga day. Then it’s seven.” Goldie closed his eyes. “Shit, I’m sleepy. Sorry, I’ll have to double check.”
“What should I do while you’re gone?”
“Well, what do you usually do?”
“Pray. Rest. Read.” Day shrugged. “Wait.”
“You like to read?” Goldie perked up. “I don’t have a lot of books, but I’ve got a few kickin’ around here somewhere if you’d like.”
“There were some in the closet next to the pickle.”
Goldie snorted.
“I’ve only really ever read Father’s Bible.”
“Well, you know there’s an entire world of books out there if you wanna try them.” Goldie smiled kindly. “They even got these tablets called Kindles and stuff now that are full of e-books, electronic versions of books.”
“Maybe.” Day kept rubbing Twinkle, and Twinkle’s purrs rose to nearly a growl.
“For a tiny kitten, he sure is loud.” Goldie chuckled.
“I think he is very happy.”
“Good.”
“Are you going to sleep?”
“Probably.” Goldie smirked. “Sorry, baby. You wore me out. I’m an old man. I need naps.”
Day laughed softly. “Sleep, my angel. Thank you. For everything.”
“You are more than welcome, baby.” Goldie smiled, and he let himself doze.
