Mark and I sat exhausted but very happy in the back of Mary’s dad’s car.
“Phew, I didn’t think we’d ever get out of those shops alive!” Mark wiped his brow with his hand, then looked down, obviously forgetting his bandages.
“You men just don’t have any staying power,” Mary announced.
“I bet Jerry knew what he was doing when he took up that place on the field trip. If he could see us now he’d be laughing his socks off,” I put in.
“Yeah,” Mary admitted, “whenever I take him shopping, he hides in a record shop till I’m finished.”
“Wise man,” Mark said.
Mary looked in the rear view mirror and stuck out her tongue at Mark. We all laughed.
Pulling up in front of our house, we piled out of the car, and Mary and I carried in a frighteningly large amount of groceries: yet more decorations
