“Can you folks come in for a minute?” I said.
“Just for a minute, George,” the captain said. “We’re anxious to get home.”
We sat down on the porch, and before I could say a word, Sarah began talking about how much she liked it in the mountains.
“Your cabin is just about perfect,” she said. “All it lacked was a woman’s touch.”
“And she added a few,” the captain said.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Sarah said.
I chuckled at that and said, “As long as we don’t go up there and find lace curtains on the windows, little doilies everywhere, and a sampler over the fireplace saying ‘Home Sweet Home’.”
“George! Have you ever seen anything like that in my house?”
“Just kidding.”
“All I did was pick up a few little things like oven mitts, potholders, salt and pepper shakers, things like that.”
“Boss,” I said, “if you get serious about disposing of your lake place, I’ve had a thought.”
He gave me a ‘come on’ motion.
“Do your sons like the place?”