Meg was in the kitchen when she heard the door open. Looking around she saw a blur of pink and blue backpacks take the turn to the bedroom with Ginny following behind. Heading to the bedroom, she got there just as Sara and Joe landed on the bed.
“Unky Woffy Luc!” they sang as they landed on their uncle.
“Hello you two,” he said trying to move the laptop out of the way.
“We came to sees you!” said Sara. Joe nodded in agreement.
“Well, it’s good to see you,” Luc replied. “Hello to you too Ginny.”
“Glad to see you are on the mend,” Ginny answered.
“”Would I dare do anything less?” he asked nodding his head towards Meg.
“No, and if you didn’t, I’d help her throttle you,” said Ginny.
Luc smiled. “Now, how are you two doing,” he asked the bouncing children.
“Anty Ginny said the beaw twided to kill you, an An… umm Meg saved you and bwought you home,” said Sara.
“Yes, Meg did save me by driving very fast and calling Aunty Ginny,” said Luc. Suddenly, he figured out what Sara had stumbled over. “And, for your information, you two can start calling her Aunty Meg.”
Sara and Joe looked over at Meg. Sara stood up on the bed and looked at Meg’s neck. Meg realized what she was looking for and bent over. Sara touched the necklace and smiled.
“We’s gots a Anty Meg,” she sang in a sing-song voice as she bounced on the bed.
“Take it easy Sara,” said Ginny. “Your Uncle Luc still doesn’t feel all that good. Look at his neck and you can see where the bear got him.”
Sara stopped mid bounce, remembering that they were suppose to be there to cheer up Unky Woffy Luc. She walked over to him and took a good look at the scars which were bright pink compared to the rest of his skin. Joe looked too, and then turned a little green. He sat down and patted Luc’s leg.
“Po Unky Woffy Luc,” he said softly.
“Uhuh, Dat musta been a mean ol nasty beaw,” said Sara. She kissed a dirty finger and put it near one of the bigger scars on Luc’s neck.
“It certainly was,” said Luc. He reached over to the nightstand and picked up the claw that Ginny had given him. “He left this behind stuck in my car,” he said as he handed it to Sara.
Sara took the claw that covered her little hand. She paled as she turned it over in her hand and touched the tip of the claw. Then she handed it to Joe. He held it like it was going to bite him. Then he gave it back to Luc.
“Dat claw is vewy scawy Unky Woffy Luc,” said Sara.
“Not as scary as the whole bear,” he said.
“Did you two forget something?” prompted Ginny.
“Oh! We’s bwought you a pwezzie! Two pwezzies!” exclaimed Sara as she reached for her backpack. “Shut youw eyes,” she admonished Luc.
Luc closed his eyes. First thing he felt was a slightly warm plastic bag. It smelled good. He opened his eyes and found a bag of peanut butter cookies in his hands.
“Thank you! Did you two help Ginny make the cookies?” he asked.
“Solda and Bitty helped too,” said Sara with a smile. Joe nodded. He never did talk much around Sara.
“Ah, then they must be good. Shall we try one?” he asked. The two children nodded. Luc gave everyone a cookie.
“Shut youw eyes again,” said Sara.
Luc dutifully closed his eyes. Sara pulled a tissue wrapped object out and put it in his hands. Luc opened them and saw the package. He unwrapped it to find a plush sheep.
“Um… Thank you?” he said rather puzzled.
“Squeeze it!” Sara and Joe shouted.
Luc squeezed the sheep. From inside the sheep came ‘baaah, Beeeeeh, baaah, Beeeeh’. Everyone in the room laughed.
“You get cookies and Woffy gets a sheep,” said Sara. “We gots it from da pet stowe,” she explained.
“They think of everything don’t they,” said Meg trying to stop the giggles which kept bubbling to the surface.
“Oh yeah. Neither of them would come without a present for both sides of Luc’s nature. I think we spent half an hour in Pet-Co while they figured the best present. The sheep won, and I have to admit that it is a riot,” said Ginny.
“Unky Woffy Luc, tell us da stowe of da beaw,” said Sara. Joe nodded.
“Okay, snuggle in with me and I’ll tell you all about it,” said Luc. Both children snuggled next to Luc. Joe had the sheep tucked under his arm, careful not to squeeze it.
Ginny and Meg waved bye and headed out on the front porch. They closed the door and sat down on the chairs on the porch.
“How are you holding up?” asked Ginny.
“I am ready for a bit of a vacation,” said Meg. “I have just a touch of cabin fever. First the hospital and now the house.”
“I thought you might feel a bit stir crazy. It happens to the best of us and you haven’t had much time to relax since the attack have you,” Ginny asked.
“No, and I realized that full tilt when Luc was growling at the computer today,” said Meg.
“He was growling at the laptop?” asked Ginny.
“Yes, complete with sub-vocals,” said Meg. “What on earth possessed you to give him a laptop with Windows on it?”
“Well, I knew I had to put some rocks in his feed, or else he’d be at the office by the end of the week. So, I gave him the only laptop that hadn’t been updated,” said Ginny.
“It worked. Is everything okay at work?” asked Meg.
“Sort of. Duke is trying to be top dog. So is Kevin,” said Ginny.
“Oh god,” said Meg.
“Yep, the only thing worse than testosterone poisoning is testosterone poisoning in an alpha male,” she said.