Thursday before noon, Chelyan was waiting for Mel to return from his cottage, where he was working on his novel. She was hoping to enjoy a pre-lunch appetizer when her cell phone chimed. She noted that it was Marshall. “Hi, Marshall, how’s it going?”
“Good morning, Chelyan. All is fine here. How about you lucky ducks who get to lounge around on the sand all summer?”
Chelyan giggled. “Well, it’s usually too warm to stay on the beach for long on a sunny day, so Mel and I take our morning and evening walks on the beach then keep busy indoors throughout the hottest hours. Mel is spending a lot of time on his partly finished novel so he will be able to give his full attention to Dieter’s biography later.”
“That sounds like a good plan. Okay, sweetie, I called today for a particular reason. D
