10
BERNIE`S BUNGALOW
Roland’s bartering skills did not skin me too badly, all things considered; and I also had had one of the best meals I could remember ever having, a soft bed to blissfully retire to and even slept in a bit later than was my norm. I could hear most everyone outside on the patio probably having coffee and thought to myself how much I was going to miss that luxury one day, when the few jars we had ran out.
“Good morning all.” I said, while making my way over to the grill where the kettle was set off to the side to stay hot.
“That is your cup on the sideboard, David. I was just telling Jack here how I was going to ride over to my neighbors and borrow their son Jeb to look after my place, while I go with you to Bernie’s. I have a mind to see if I can talk that old co
