Chapter 69

When we were reclining in chaise lounges on one of the decks with drinks in our hands, I said, “You call this your hideaway, but I think of it as ‘The Keep’.”

“I like that. It’s a very fitting description.”

“Have we an itinerary for the weekend?”

“Not really. We can lounge around here all weekend, or we can do some of the tourist-type things in the area.”

“Such as?”

“Well, there’s the Biltmore House in Asheville, the Blue Ridge Parkway, Gatlinburg for shopping, and the play Unto These Hills in Cherokee.”

“As it happens, I’ve done most of those things at one time or another, and they’re certainly worth doing again, particularly with you. Why don’t we play it by ear for this trip?”

“Sure.”

“I do have one suggestion, however.”

“What?”

“Church at St. Mary’s in Asheville, which is a lovely little Anglo-Catholic parish, followed by brunch at the Grove Park Inn.”

“Sounds good. I’ve heard of the Grove Park Inn but never been there.”