Jake grinned. â€śYeah, I get the picture.â€ť
â€śYou got something to say, old man?â€ť Gabe asked, shooting a playful look in his direction.
â€śIâ€™d say itâ€™s about darn time.â€ť Jake plopped down in a chair opposite.
â€śYou know, I have dated once in a while. I just donâ€™t parade them around you.â€ť
â€śOh, yeah. You afraid of a little competition?â€ť Jake challenged.
Gabe grunted. â€śYeah, right. You think you can impress her with your AARP membership card?â€ť
â€śYou better watch out. This fossil is about to whip your young-whippersnapper butt.â€ť
Gabe grinned. He probably could. â€śYou want to get some coffee?â€ť
â€śMaybe take in the local sights, too?â€ť
Gabeâ€™s grin got bigger. â€śMy thoughts precisely,â€ť he said heading for the door.
On the way, Jake gave a snort. â€śIf this donâ€™t beat all. Driving fifteen miles to town for a cup of coffee. This better be some outstanding coffee.â€ť
Come to think of it, Gabe couldnâ€™t remember what the coffee tasted like. It must have been good, or surely he would have noticed. â€śIâ€™m kind of hoping she will let me nose around a little so I can get a closer look at the attic and roof. Thatâ€™s why going to town right now will work out perfect. She wonâ€™t have to take time out of her busy schedule to show us around. We can do it right after she closes.â€ť
â€śItâ€™s all in the timing.â€ť
â€śThatâ€™s what Iâ€™ve heard.â€ť
â€śTake it from someone who knows, itâ€™s all about the timing,â€ť Jake bragged.