The knowledge that I had to be a big boy was almost heartbreaking, but it was enough that by the time we were ready to leave, I was me enough that my secret could remain hidden for another day.

Even still, I kissed Patch and Puddles goodbye before leaving.

Daddy was still driving the dust truck, but that was only until he saved up for his own car. I didn't mind. The truck was nice in a way because the bed in the back had made it easier to shopping earlier, and to pick the furniture up. It also had lots of space and Daddy never got mad with me...