“Okay, I give up.”
Maggie Valley, NC
BEFORE BREAKFAST, WE spread a huge quantity of sunflower seeds around the edge of the wall where we’d last seen a family of chipmunks. We sat near the wall in lawn chairs, drinking our coffee and watching the little guys stuff their cheeks with seeds and scamper into the pile of rocks. After breakfast, we took a slow jog up to the top of the mountain and back. Back at the cabin, Thor, as always, gulped down a lot of water and went to his bed to sleep off the exercise. We showered, dressed, and spent an hour talking to concrete contractors. We were somewhat discouraged at the quoted prices per square yard. Then I had a brainwave, dialed the Waynesville Police department, and asked to be connected with Captain Plott.
“Hello, Bob,” I said, when my party answered. “George Martin here.”
“Hello, Lieutenant. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you this weekend.”
“We came up for graduation, but the twins don’t know it. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”