Excerpts: She glanced up to the mantel where Morris resided in a beautiful bronze urn. " I promised you we, d get there," she told the urn. The aroma from the shop is getting to him. He will have to part with what little he has in his pocket for a coffee and a warm, tempting cinnamon roll. "You have whiskers," Justin announced with the simple directness of the very young. "Are you a man or a boy?" "I'm a fellow." Gordie replied without hesitation. The house which had once been yellow - or cream, perhaps, bore the look of abandoned property. An old bed spring rested against the side of the...