Chapter 6 – Bullets and CasingsMel
Tuesday Morning, October 14th, 2014
Gatlinburg, Tennessee
“You’re liking that tub a lot...we have one at home now...our home, remember?”
Dana turned her head toward the bed where I was lounging, watching much of nothing on the TV. “Yes, I know, but at home, I don’t get used and abused quite so much. You work all day at least five days a week.”
I grinned, “You love it; you know it.”
“Yes, but that’s not the point. I have to recover from each round, see, and prepare for the next one.”
“If you insist but, really, it seems like I’m doing most of the heavy lifting.”
“Are you calling me fat now?”
Whoops! “No, no! That’s not what I meant. Not at all.” At her look, I continued, “I just meant that I do most of the, um, work...”
“Is that right Crane? Keep
