Epic
The next story in the timeline (September 1998).
“I’m
relying on you, you know,” Mart answered, only half-joking.
“Someone’s got to keep Trixie out of trouble and I’m
going to be way too far away to do it myself.”
Jim
nodded. “I’m very well aware of that. I’m also
very well aware that keeping Trixie out of trouble is not within my
power.”
Mart’s
expression turned wry. “Point taken.” He shook his
head. “I didn’t notice quite how much I missed her until
I saw her. I always kind of assumed that we’d always be
close.”
Jim
looked over at his wife. “Physically, you’ll be far
apart, but I think the two of you will always be close. And
you know that you’re welcome to visit us any time.”
“In
that teeny, tiny house of yours,” Mart commented, with a grin.
“When we have half a dozen kids each. Sounds like fun.”
“I
don’t think Trixie and I are intending to have quite that
many.” Jim cleared his throat. “But you do what you
think is a good idea.”
Mart shook his head. “I was exaggerating, for effect.”
“Well,
trust me when I say that if your sister and I somehow end up
with a large family, our house will also get an extension.”
“It had better,” Mart quipped.