CHAPTER 2
“ALL RIGHT, PUMPKIN, I showed you where the lasagna is, didn’t I?” Sandy opened the fridge door absently and shut it again.
“Only about half a dozen times,” Carl replied. He had two overnight bags strapped over his shoulders and kept trying to make his way to the door that led to the garage.
“Well, you know we’re only going to be a few hours away. I gave you our schedule, right?”
“You printed it up and put a copy on the fridge, a copy in the bathroom, and a copy in the den. Don’t you remember?” Carl tried to adjust his pants while carrying so much luggage.
“I just want to make sure I’ve covered it all. I’m certain I’m forgetting something.”
“Like we need to check into the B&B in an hour and a half, and it’s going to take us twice that long to get there?”
Sandy shook her he
