The next visit to Columbus was different before we even left.

There was no story about a regional client.

There were snacks for the road, a confirmed time, and a message to Beatrice saying we were on our way.

Christopher drove one stretch.

I drove another.

At the blue house, Timothy opened the door only after his mother checked who was there.

He carried a different dinosaur this time and told me the green one was having a rest.

Beatrice laughed.