Karen came by this evening while I was mowing the lawn. She rode her bicycle to the house. She didn’t say much, just giggled a lot while sitting on the front porch. Strange days indeed. She’s pretty though.
“I don’t have a light on my bike, and if Buck Cline catches me again, he’ll give me a ticket.”
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“Officer Cline. He’s the deputy around here. He’s a nice guy, but he’ll write you up if he’s warned you before. He stopped me last week for no light.”
“I’ll drive you home. I’ll put your bike in the back of the truck.”
“We don’t have to go home immediately. We can drive around or go get ice cream or do something.”
“Let’s go to the Hotel Lenhart and sit on the porch and watch the boats come in.”
“Yuck. That’s where my parents always go. How about Mayville. There’s
