Sarah came around to her side of the bed and turned to face him as she took off her new robe. He walked slowly around the barn and into the Mackintosh orchard. “I sure do, mister, at least I sure hope I do. He might not fall off a cliff and be hauled off to jail at any moment. If Clem put a sport coat, a dress shirt and Dockers, he could easily pass for a camp counselor. We will talk to him.”
Clem’s hands shook as he reached for the door handle. Think of this as just a good novel. She was laughing and sputtering. At Clem’s suggestion, Sarah went up to the bedroom and opened the bigger of the two drag bags while he drove the car back to the barn. As was his custom he allowed the bathroom door to remain ajar to get rid of some of the moisture. As he did a tremendous shudder passed through Sarah, starting deep within her body.