“The elevator will take us down to the farm office on the ground floor.”
“I’m amazed,” Eric said. “Truly amazed.” 14
2018—late June
It was late on a pleasant afternoon, and Eric and Carlton were enjoying the swing in the gazebo.
“If it wasn’t for that screen, we’d be eaten alive by mosquitoes right now,” Eric said.
“Yeah. I had to argue a bit with the carpenters, but they finally agreed to screen the gazebo and install that nice screened door.”
“I’m surprised you had to argue with them. After all, you’re the one writing the checks.”
“That may be true, but some of the older guys have definite notions as to how things should be done.”
“Screw them and their ideas,” Eric said.
“I’d rather screw you.”
“In good time.”
“Yeah. By the way, we’ll be moving into the big house next week, and we have visitors coming the following weekend.”
“What visitors?”
“I’ve been putting them off, but my parents want to come up for a visit weekend after next.”