Chapter one: For Evers and Evers
Jim Evers was with a particularly stubborn client when his phone rang. He looked down to discover that it was his wife, Sarah.
"Hello, Jim Evers of Evers and Evers real estate, how may I be of assistance?" he asked.
"Hey Jim!" Sarah began enthusiastically, " with the clients again? Well, do they at least seem interested in the house?" Generally, this was how they communicated whenever one of them was with a client.
"I regret to inform you that this property is no longer available," he replied in mock regret.
"They settled on a house!" She exclaimed rather loudly, "I admire you for that."
"Ah, yes," Jim replied, " we can, however, meet around, say, six to discuss other options. If you're preapproved, of course."
"Six sounds fantastic," Sarah replied, beaming, "see you then."
She, however, wasn't aware that he'd been planning a camping trip for six months straight. He wanted it to be a secret, and it had to be perfect. He'd planned on bringing her down to Lake Pontchartrain, where they'd had there anniversary. It was supposed to be a better-thought-out second honeymoon, of sorts. You see, their first went less than swimmingly. It rained just about the entire time, and all they had were wimpy tents and thin sleeping bags. They had neglected to check the forecast last time, but this time, he had everything planned out, knew the weather, had the right equipment, and had planned pretty much accordingly. He was very excited, this time would be so much better, if not perfect. It was finally coming together.