Chapter 14“How are you feeling?” I asked Gert when we were all sitting on deck, staring out at the moonlit ocean, her hand in mine as the boat rocked us into a semblance of calm.
She squeezed my hand. “Better, Jack.” Then she turned and winked. “But one more minute and Gert would have met her maker.”
I held back the need to giggle as I imagined that encounter, at her maker coming to the realization that indeed, everyone made mistakes, but said instead, “I’m glad you’re okay.”
She nodded. “Glad I’m okay, too, but no more golf courses.” She pointed to the tight wrap of tarp around her ample chest. “Hole in one is not as fun as I thought it would be.”
And then I did indeed chuckle. “This family has an odd sense of humor.”
To which Gramps added, “This family is just plain old odd, boy.”
