Chapter 5
Maggie Valley, NC
AS WE SHOWERED together, I said, “We ought to get him a couple of DVDs.”
“What do you get for a five-year-old?”
“Movies like Finding Nemo, cartoons, stuff like that.”
“Okay. After the Golden Arches, we’ll take him to Wally World and see what turns him on.”
“I know what turns me on, but this isn’t the time or place.”
“Actually,” he said, “it’s very much the place… just not the time.”
“Point taken. I just realized that spontaneity may have to take a backseat to our new responsibilities from time to time.”
“It’s a small sacrifice.”
Showered, shaved, and dressed in clean clothes, we returned to the great room. Robbie was sprawled on the floor, coloring in one of the books. I bent down to see how he was doing.
“Wow,” I said, “you’re good at keeping within
