Mike went upstairs at eleven to fix lunch and order the pizza, and I stayed with the boys. The wall was really beginning to look like something, and I imagined all kinds of shrubs and flowering plants that could be in place by spring.
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 almo
