Carol and Jim Stanton bought another of Julie's
puppies that same warm summer. They drove up from South Carolina,
into the mountains, and camped out in Cataloochee National
Park, just off I-40, west of Asheville.
"I'm a salesman, airplanes. I used to
fly a F-14 Tomcat for the navy until my eyes gave out,"
Jim told Jay. "We're lowlanders, from coastal South Carolina."
The Stantons lived on Sullivan's Island, outside Charleston,
which meant they were prosperous.
While Jay was showing Jim the pups, Carol was
talking to Robin. "We just got married," Carol said.
"And now we're buying my sons a puppy and a computer.
They seem distant to Jim, sometimes hostile, as a stepfather,
so we're doing Christmas in July."
Here’s Willow as a little puppy
with big, old Addie Doggy, Adrian of Elsinore
"How old are they?"
"Twelve and fourteen," Carol answered.
"That's rough. They're both at the James
Dean stage --instant rebellion," Robin said. "If
they were younger it would be easier for Jim to bond with
"What can Jim do to overcome their resentment?"
Robin answered automatically. "Common
interests and hobbies. They have to grow to like and respect