We had a lot of "do you remember" man talk to catch up on and after enduring nearly two hours of conversation about people and happenings of which she knew nothing, Martha gave up and headed for the stairs.
"You two can talk all night if you want," she announced over her shoulder, "but I'm going to bed. Breakfast on the patio about nine or so, Lee."
"I'll be there, Marty. Sleep tight."
"Not as tight as you will, I'll bet," she grinned. "There's another jug in the kitchen if you think you may need it."
e heard her bedroom door hiss as it slid closed and sat for a moment looking into the fire and listening to it whispering secrets to itself.
"She's a pretty nice wife, Sam," he told me.
"Thanks. I like her, too."
"Not at all like Prunella."