After lunch Mike went back to the rocks with the twins, and I busied myself with various housekeeping chores. Satisfied that the cabin was presentable and clean linen was available in the master bedroom, I looked at my watch, saw that it was nearly three thirty, and concluded that I had a couple of hours before our guests would arrive.
Never assume. I’d only been at the rocks for thirty minutes or so when I heard the crunch of tires on gravel. Looking up, I saw the captain’s Grand Marquis pulling up to the door. He and Sarah got out of the car. She was almost speechless in her appreciation of the place.
“Oh, George,” she said. “The pictures didn’t do this place justice. Just listen to that stream.”
I waited for her to run down, then I said, “I’ll leave Mike with the rocks. Let me show you where everything is. We weren’t expecting you until later. What did you do, start at dawn?”
“We were on the road by six,” the captain said, “and didn’t stop for anything except gas and lunch.”