Ben looked at his
grandfather from across the RVs kitchen table, cautiously eyeing
the concoction that was hissing away in the iron skillet that Max was
tending. Call me crazy, but I never thought a late-night snack
would consist of dock worms and rose hips . . . whatever those are .
. . Hey grandpa, he set the Sumo Slammer game down, Does
it seem to you like Gwens been gone for awhile now?
Im sure shes
just gone after our guest. He chuckled as he gave the pan a slight
flip, tossing the contents up and catching them again, I knew that
Gwen was concerned, so I let her go. Benjamin will keep her safe, Im
sure, and talking to someone whos prone to a similar state of mind
might be good for him.
Whatever . . .
Ben moaned and laid his head down on the table, Man . . . the
summer set me up for disappointment. I thought thered be all kinds
of alien butt-kicking when I was out of school, but this spring break
has turned into a spring bust.