And the Shofar Blew
And the Shofar Blew
““Why don’t you gentlemen go out on the patio and enjoy the last bit of sunshine while I clean up the kitchen? It’s hot enough in here without you two adding your steam.”
Samuel chuckled. “What do you say, Stephen? You think it’ll be cooler outside?”
Abby turned at the sink. “You can always turn on the sprinklers.”
Samuel opened the screen door, inviting their dinner guest to follow. “Never argue with a lady, Stephen. If you win, you just end up feeling guilty.” The younger man laughed as he pushed his chair up to the kitchen table.
It was considerably cooler in the backyard. Samuel turned on a faucet and the soothing hiss of sprinklers started. “One of the disadvantages of having an older house is the sorrowful lack of central air-conditioning.” He settled into a lawn chair beside the glass table shaded by a large green canvas umbrella.
Stephen sat and stretched out his long legs.
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