Then, raising his arm to aim the boathouse remote, he lowered the two massive “doors,” before mooring the boat to the dock with a rope, hopping out, and walking down to me at the beginning of the dock, starting to say we were all set to go.
However, actually, he just said, “We’re all set to g-”
He didn’t even finish saying the word go before freezing again, now for the third time.
Frustrated by not knowing what was going on, I asked him to please just tell me. “And don’t say ‘nothing,’ because I know there’s something. You’re hiding the fact that you smell a forest fire, or…or, I don’t even know what else it could be, but I know you’re hiding something from me, and I don’t like it.”
In the moonlight, I saw Paul frown, and he suddenly heaved a sigh.
“You’re right…I am hiding something
