Eventually, hunger drove us from the bed, and we showered and changed. The shower in the tiny bathroom barely held the two of us, but we managed.
As we headed down the valley, I said, “How hungry are you?”
“Very.”
“There’s a pretty good barbecue place.”
“That’ll do.”
A couple of miles down the valley, I pulled into a parking lot.
Mike was looking at the sign, which featured the rear ends of three or four pigs. He read, “‘Butts on the Creek’? I like it.”
“It is pretty clever, isn’t it?”
Inside the restaurant, we were shown to a table on a screened-in porch. We could hear Jonathan Creek somewhere below us, but the dense foliage blocked it from view.
Later, as we pulled out of the parking lot, Mike said, “I’m stuffed.”
“Me too, and I’m ready for bed.”
“Bed, as in sex?”
“If you must.”
“I must… I must.”
“Okay, you’ve convinced me.”