...second-hand smoke, there was something masculine about the
way Dale could multi-task with his smokes and the thing was, he did
not even know it. He just did it, because that was his way. Nancy
felt her heart skip a beat, but only for a moment.I
just wish you would tell me where what this is all about, Shug.Her
voice was softer than usual, with hints of sadness that seemed to
have not been brought on the current situation; but rather the
sadness had been in her for quite awhile. Dale then turned on the
radio. It was then that she heard the lyric:I
can never fall in love again; I can never go back.Nancy
closed her eyes. John Redcorn and her had once made love to that
song. She began to get sleepy, and she let the sleepiness take her,
hoping she could find the answer in her dreamsNancy.
Nancy, wake up.Mmmm?
Nancy opened her eyes, and saw that they had stopped. Dale was now on
the passenger side, gently shaking her arm.Well,
were here. How do you like it?Nancy
looked around, as things began to come into focus again. She saw
sand, some seagulls, and in the near distance, water. They had
arrived at the lake.Dale
smiled at his wife, as he reached back, and grabbed a cooler out of
the back, then climbed out of the van.Come
on! He exclaimed like a giddy child to his parents just arriving
still a bit groggy,...