“Swell,” I said, sitting down.
She threw a clean white cloth over one end of the table, set a knife and fork and then went back to the stove.
“You men are all alike,” she said, without bitterness. “You have your fun, and then come back to be fed.”
“That what Tim does?”
“You do it too, don’t you?”
I looked at the T-bone steak she had set before me, hitched up my chair.
“I’ve had a lot of fun tonight,” I said, beginning to eat. “Where’s Tim?”
“He went over to Cudco Key.”
“Take the boat?”
“He rowed. He said you might want the boat.”