"Was it the FBI or the CIA that Sam was working for?"
"Not sure."
"The bad old, good old days," Willow said.
"Remember Parker?"
"Yeah, Patrick's boss."
"He took off. Left Hildy and the kids for another woman. Sooner or later, just about everyone split up. What's your secret?"
"The dotted line painted down the middle of the house," Willow said.
"Patrick needs a visa to enter the kitchen."
The Mustangs were pushed into their end of the field. A fine drizzle began to fall. The two watched, cheeks glowing, as their sons fought back.
"We were talking about Woodstock last night, actually," Willow said. "Patrick's landlady left him a treasure chest when she died. She didn't really leave it to him; she didn't want her family to get it. Patrick says it was her last wish. We've kept it with us ever since. He won't open it."
"Isn't it driving you crazy?"