an~ alright, i have been given an idea for a girl thing. so, i can finally get bess off my plate and move on. anyone have more charries they want me to do, just ask, ill do my best.
"I can't wait to get home." Hamstead said wistfully.
Bess smiled. Her husband had spent the last year and a half trying to enjoy life in the world, but he just could not stop missing Ferryport Landing. So she had decided that, since he wanted to go home so bad, and since she wnated to see the Grimms again, they would go back.
She had called the Grimms several months ago, to tell Relda that they were coming back, and to ask if they could stay with them until they found a place of their own. Sabrina had picked up, and the two had formed a sort of long-distance friendship, because Bess understood that Sabrina wasn't ten anymore, unlike her parents, and because she found her an extremely mature 13-year-old. Sabrina became the younger sister Bess never had.
Bess's cell phone began to ring, and she figured she had better pick up. "Hello?"
"Bess?"
"Relda?" Bess asked.
"Yes. How far are you form the border?"
"Hold on a minute." She put a hand over the mouthpiece. "How far are we from the border, dear?"
Hamstead looked up from his driving. "Just put it on speakerphone."
"All right." Bess did as she had been asked.
"Well?" Relda asked.
"Relda?" Hamstead asked.
"How are you, Hamstead?"
"Very good, thanks. We're about 100 miles away." he answered.
"Stop at a hotel tonight." relda said.
"Why?" Hamstead asked. "It's ten o' clock in the morning. We can get there by three."
"Sabrina's in a bad mood today. It's..." Relda trailed off.
"What is it?" Bess asked.
"She's just turned into a woman, and..." Relda trailed off, and Bess could just imagine how uncomfortable she was with this topic.
"Ah." Bess said in tones of sudden enlightenment. "That would make her very unhappy, I'm sure."
"What is it?" Hamstead asked.
"Nothing, dear. Just stop at the closest hotel to Ferryport Landing. I wanted one more night for just the two of us before we got back anyway."
"All right, but what is it?" Hamstead asked.
"It's a girl thing, Cowboy. You wouldn't understand."
Hamsted shook his head in exasperation.