He was there in less than three minutes.

“Was that the only place you used it?”
“Yes. I was talking to the owner and I’m sure I set it down on the table in the back yard.”
“Outside??”
“Yes. Outside.”

We both know it could be gone, but it didn’t have to be spoken.

We drive up to the gate and I’m out. My short stubby legs got me up the walk and around the corner so my eyes can see what my heart prayed for. There is was! Sitting on the round patio table all by it’s self. An inanimate object, but I still felt like a neglectful parent.

I was overjoyed, but Mr. B’s smile was bigger than mine.

“Now where, Vi?”
“To the beach. I want to go to Alfred’s.”
“No problem. I’m glad your camera was still there.”
“So am I. Thanks for taking me back to check for it.”



We get to the beach. I pay him a little more for the extra run around. He appreciated it. I asked if he could join me for the first drink of the day, but he had to take some people some where and he was running late. Told me he would check back with me later. “That would be cool if you could. I’ll be right here.”

Now to get my beach time started…