This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...Dessie stood looking at her husband for a couple of seconds before turning to the others. “Suppose I spread the fire out enough to heat some water so we can warm the MREs and fry some potatoes. We’re totally out of our freeze-dried meals, and if I remember correctly, MREs come in a distant second to the freeze dried, but as I said, I’m all for something different.”
Dessie put a pot of water on to heat and got her skillet out while Ann sliced several potatoes. Arlene looked over at Dessie. “Why don’t we share everything? Maybe like a picnic? That way we can all have a really nice meal while we wait for Little One to pronounce Phillip healed.
“I have a good-sized trout on the stringer, and we aren’t in a hurry. Why don’t I get it, and we’ll have a little picnic while we wait?”
An hour later, they had finished and cleaned up, had taken down the tent, and repacked, including the two-wheel cart. Dessie had saved food for her husband in case he might be hungry.
Arlene told them that it wouldn’t be a case of “might be hungry,” but more a case of ravenous.
Dessie had asked Arlene and Ann about the war, and they told her of some of their exploits, although it was obvious that Dessie’s mind was on her husband’s condition more than the conversation.
After a while, Dessie was sitting on a log staring at the smoldering coals of their cook fire when she happened to notice Arlene turn her head and smile.
“Dessie?” a deep voice quietly said...
Have a goodun;
Roust