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Chapters (25)
  1. Contents
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. About the Author
  22. Other Books by Anne George
  23. Copyright
  24. About the Publisher
  25. Cover

The timer on the oven buzzed and I got up and took the cobbler out. Fred and I would sit at the table at the bay window and eat supper and he would tell me his news. Then while I straightened up the kitchen, he would read the paper or go out and walk around the yard and give our dog, Woofer, a treat. We’d watch the Atlanta Braves or some sitcoms. At ten, we’d watch the news and Fred would go to sleep before it was over. I would read a while longer before I turned out the light on my side of the bed. This was what we had done the night before, what we would do tomorrow. This was what every marriage of forty years should be: calm, happy, still a nice spark from a hug. A total fusion of two into one. Scary.

I reached for the phone; Mary Alice answered. “I need an adventure,” I said.

“You got anything in mind?”

“No. I may need some help.”

“Are we talking physically adventurous like white-water rafting or bungee jumping?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm. I’ll think about it.”

I was hanging up the phone when a refreshed-looking Fred reappeared.

“Mary Alice?” he asked.

I nodded. “Did you know she has four dimples in her back?”

“Is that all?” He picked up the paper, sat down at the table, and looked at the front page.

“Fred,” I said, “do you ever feel like you need an adventure?”

He spread out the paper. “Not really, honey.”

Which, of course, was one of the reasons I loved him. Sometimes things don’t make a grain of sense.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“And this Universal Metals wants to buy Papa out?” It was the next morning, and our daughter, Haley, was sitting in the den with a glass of iced tea.

“It’s not exactly a buyout,” I explained as best I could. “It’s a merger. Instead of being the sole owner of Metal Fab, he’ll own a comparable share of Universal Metals. Metal Fab will become part of the larger company.”

“Is that good?”

“Your papa seems to think so. He’s going to Atlanta next week to talk to them more in depth and look at their operation. He’s also going to visit a company in Chattanooga that became part of Universal about a year ago. He knows the man who owned it and says this man will be honest with him about whether he’s satisfied.”