Chapter 114

“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?”