take a few bottles now, to pop in the fridge? Iâm sure youâll find your way around his place okay. The pool boy comes on Friday and Monday, so heâll show up tomorrow morning, but you donât need to be there for him. He has a key and his own code.â
Oh, my very own pool! The thought gave me pleasure. Even though I canât swim, I enjoy the way a pool catches and plays with the light, and, if itâs shallow enough, I can always have a little dunk. Then I immediately remembered poor Budâs plight, and my prioritiesâ no dunking for me!
âThanks, Tony. Maybe Iâll see you later for a bite to eat. Weâll see how my time goes with Al, okay?â My smile was genuine as I was remembering the menu Iâd read.
âSure thing. If no one else needs me right now, Iâd really like to call Callie. I think Iâve got the full picture. Sheâll be devastated by the news, but itâll be worse if she hears it from someone else.â Tony was trying to get Dorothea, Frank, and Ada to leave, and they took the hint.
âAbsolutely, Tony. Youâve got a busy day ahead of you, Iâm sure,â said Frank, as he began to usher his wife toward the door. âCome along, Dorothea, weâll let this young man get on with his work. We retired folk have nothing better to do with our time than sit about, but heâs got to get ready to feed us all tonight. It would be great if you could join us, Cait. We all eat here most evenings, even if itâs just to see each other and catch up on the gossip.â His expression changed from jovial to embarrassed as he uttered his last words.
âOh, Frank,â remonstrated his wife.
âEveryone knows what I mean,â replied a red-faced Frank. Looking at me he added, âItâs always fun to have the chance to catch up with a fellow Canadian. Did you know our place is called Casa Canuck?â He grinned. âYou a hockey fan, Cait? Get to many of those Vancouver Canucks games?â
âNot on my money, and with the prices of the tickets,â I replied, maybe a little too quickly.
âQuite right,â said Ada. âWe watch most of the games here, on satellite,â she added. âSometimes it feels like we live in a very sunny Prince George, almost like we never left home.â
âSo youâre from Prince George?â I attempted to sound politely interested.
Frank replied, âI had a brewery there, family business. Ada was the local butcherâs daughter. It was a match made in heaven: beer and beef! The kids wanted nothing to do with it, so I sold up. Now Iâm spending their inheritance. They didnât want to put in the work, so they wonât get the profits. Besides, if our son wants to be an eternal kid and our daughter wants to double the world population with that tofu-eating husband of hers, good luck to âem, but they can do it on their own. I worked my way up from the bottomâmy father made sure I did every job there was before he let me have any management responsibility. But kids these days . . .â
âOh come on, Frank. Cait wants to get settled, and she doesnât need to hear all about how our son and daughter have, apparently, let you down. Not now, and probably not ever.â She patted her husbandâs arm, then looked at me. âOur children wanted their own lives, Cait, and thatâs that. If you start talking to him about hockey, or anything else remotely Canadian, then youâll only have yourself to blame if youâre trapped for several hours.â She smiled at me, then at her husband. âDonât say you werenât warned. Come on now, Frank, letâs get home and get a few laps in at the pool before we change for appies.â She led her husband out into the blinding daylight.
As Dorothea trailed behind them, a performer without an audience, Al looked at me and said, âOkay, letâs get you
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