Dana Rossi-CraneSimultaneously, Just Outside of the Zanesville City Limits
“I’m sorry things didn’t turn out quite as we planned.”
“Quit apologizing; it’s not your fault. We still had a nice time.”
“Yes but, note to self, don’t go all the way to Amish country on a Monday in the off season. Everything’s closed.”
We both had a little laugh at that. “Not everything,” Barb said when she recovered.
“Many things, though.” I had known going into the day that it would be like that. It was all part of the plan to get Barb out for a bit but then back into the area by dinner time.
“Look at the bright side,” she went on, “we spent far less than we might have if we had been turned loose all day on endless antiques, cheeses, baked goods...”
“I still got fry pies, though!”
“Yes, we can’t forget y
