“You really don’t mind, putting up with me? Isn’t it an awful bother, me and the dog too?”
“No, I don’t call it a bother. It might be a lot of things, but it isn’t a nuisance, a bother. I could get used to it real quick. That’s what I was trying to tell you or maybe warn you. Neither one of us can get too used to it although for now, we’re stuck. Come on, let’s go back and have some ice cream.”
He jumped down, then reached back to help her. After that, it seemed perfectly natural and comfortable to keep her hand clasped in his as they angled among the machinery back to the motor home. When she let Tee Dee down, he scampered at their heels.
Dusty opened the door, then guided Mari in ahead of him. “Go sit, kiddo. I’ll get out the ice cream.”
A fondness for ice cream, especially butter pe
