“It’s my truck, Clark.”
Catherine’s mom shot a warning look. “Bert.”
“Fine,” Bert grunted “We can split it fifty-fifty.” The corners of his mouth raised a little. “But I get to go first.” Herbert Braun was from a generation of Little Men that expressed their affection by being jerks to each other and it irritated the hell out of me. Yes, me and Catherine did some of the same things. Not twenty minutes before we’d been raising our middle fingers to each other while blowing kisses. But if you can’t see why that kind of thing might create a different reaction coming from my wife as opposed to my father-in-law, there’s not a lot I can do for you.
Catherine gestured to her suitcase. “Mind if we go upstairs and unpack before we make any plans?” Yes, my in-laws lived in a trailer. Have I mentioned that Bert was more than a little bit of a handyman? An Amazon sized double wide is still decent with the right modifications. Things like ‘stories’ and ‘floors’ are also fairly arbitrary units of measurement when you think about them.