She was the best friend of our daughter Abby. Every time Helen bent over to pick up a piece of wood, you could almost see her little crack. XXX I had been gone for about two or three hours, my wife got a little concerned. You pretty thing. “No, that’s enough sweet thing, save some for tomorrow,” he said, as they climb into their canoes, and start paddling back towards the cabin. She sees him about two or three hundred yards on down the shore line fishing from the bank. Wow I said to myself. ’I’m supposed to be out here looking for you handsome, catching any fish?” “Yeah caught a few, I was about ready to head in for lunch, are they in any hurry back at the house?”
“No not really, she was just trying to figure out what to have for lunch.”
“Well let me get my stuff gathered up so we can start back,” he puts all his fishing gear in the canoe.
