Andrew, Allison and Samuel rode toward the dam in a surrey. While Andrew slumped with his hat shielding his face, and the remnants of a hangover, from the brilliant sunshine, Allison looked at the foliage, and Samuel studied the dam. “I never noticed before. Has it always sagged in the middle like that?”
“Speak for yourself. I’m fit as a fiddle!” Andrew said through his hat.
“I’m talking about the dam,” Samuel said with a sideways glance.
Andrew laughed boyishly, and removed his hat so he could look back and see for himself. “Maybe they designed it that way when they built the road over the dam.”
“Why would they do that?” said Samuel, disapproving. “It makes no sense.”
“Oh, I don’t know. But I wouldn’t worry—as long as we’re at the top,” said Andrew, with a flippant laugh.
Allison sh
