I was suspicious. He said he’d call me from the Hot Springs. I wondered if he’d by-passed them because he’d been complaining all week about how much he missed us, and here it was getting on past 7 p.m. and he hadn’t called yet. Finally the phone rang. He said he was at the springs but had had a long swim and then supper before phoning. He said the line was bad, but he sounded crystal clear.
Two hours later, he was home. The big, fat liar had phoned from Teslin when he said he was at the Hot Springs.
That’s 14 hours of driving in one day, which in my book is crazy. But it sure is nice to have him back.
