“Once we’re settled, we should probably see if the boys want to go to a proper school, or stay home-schooling,” I mention.
Sly nods. “We can do that, but I guarantee they’ll want to stay with home-schooling. They have more flexibility with what they can learn.”
“That’s true. Maybe we could see what clubs are on offer and see if they will be interested in joining and making new friends.”
“We can find out and then ask them,” Sly agrees.
By this time, we have reached the Haunted Walk and walk under the sign and past the now non weaponised scarecrows, following the path around.
I look to see Enoch and Xander pulling John and Jodie over to look at the straw bear that Sly created.
John looks at us as we join them. “This bear is amazing, Sly.”
“The details are incredible,” Jodie adds.
“Thanks.”
“It’s a shame you never thought of bringing it to life,” Xander remarks, looking at him.
I see Sly smirk and click his fingers. The bear lets out a mighty roar and drops down onto his four paws.
We all jump back, and Sly laughs at us.
The bear’s straw head turns this way and that, looking around before turning and walking away.
“You did make sure that was a friendly bear, didn’t you, Dark One?”
We turn and see Molly behind us, carrying a basket of red apples.
“I did. He’s totally friendly.”
Molly cackles out a laugh. “Just checking. This walk should be fun tonight.”
“Are you joining us, Molly?” I ask her. “Nice basket of apples.”
Molly cackles out another laugh. “I might do for a while, then I’ll share my apples.”
“Did you poison them?” Xander asks her.
Again, Molly cackles. “No, these are the non-poisoned varieties.”
We hear screams and then laughter from further up the walk. Looks like the bear is making himself known.
We carry on walking, having fun and chatting. Molly leaves us when we reach the disco, and we have fun dancing.
While Xander and Enoch are dancing with Jodie, John comes over and joins us.
“I hope you know how much we like you all, and how happy we are that Alfred and Ernest made you family,” he says.
We both smile at him.
“We are, too. Thank you for accepting us,” I reply.
“Easy decision. I would like to ask you something, though.”
“Ask away,” Sly tells him.
“We wondered if you would let Xander and Enoch think of us as their grandparents. You two are too old to call us Grammie and Grandpops, you can, of course, if you want to, but we think of you both as our sons.”
