Robyn quickly discovered how right the man was about the trek to Fool’s Camp. Having to go around the still swollen streambed on a rarely used trail, she would never have made it home on her own. To that realization she had a few words of gratitude when they finally reached her cabin.
“I guess you’re right, I’d have never gotten here on my own.”
“Good realization,” Stern replied.
“So, thank-you,” she added, as she was about to leave him on the porch steps.
“You’re welcome, Miss Winters,” he said.
“You really should call me, Robyn,” she answered, trying even harder to soften the hard edge in her voice.
“Robyn it is,” he replied. “We should discuss philosophy again soon. In the mornings I practice Aikido in the meadow by my cabin. You’re welcome to join me.”
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