“Do you want to meet us over at the pond and do some fishing?” my father asked me this morning. “I am going to grill hotdogs and hamburgers again. Your brother and sister are bringing the grandkids.”
“Sure,” I replied excitedly after asking for the rendezvous time. “I will meet you there at noon Central time.”
Tracy was still in bed late this morning and it worried me. I thought maybe she was feeling ill. She’s not one to linger in slumber like that.
“It’s just been a tough week of work and I am tired,” she told me. “You go have some fun with your family.”
I felt like the Lone Ranger without Tonto. Usually, Tracy is chomping at the bit at such ventures.
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The pond? Where’s the pond?
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