“ARE YOU SURE THOSE straps are strong enough to hold Marjorie Jane?” I asked. “She must weigh a ton.”
“Eleven and three-quarters, to be exact,” Scooter said.
“You’re such a nerd.”
My dorky husband smiled as he cleaned his glasses with a cloth. “You didn’t seem to complain when we won fifty dollars at that pub trivia contest. And all because I knew that Isotelus trilobite is Ohio’s official state fossil.”
I shrugged. “Okay, so it comes in handy from time to time.” I watched as the operator, who was sitting in a cab attached to the side of the large marine hoist, pulled on some levers. Marjorie Jane slowly rose out of the water, then dangled in the middle of a large metal frame. “But seriously, what would happen if the straps did break?”
Scooter ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’
