But tourists were like chipmunks; once the day warmed up, they came out of their burrows, and I needed the dough. I put Pauline to work setting up the pecks of apples on the flatbed wagons with the pumpkins.Pauline said, “I need to get back so I can work on my classroom.”“No, you need to hunt down John. You two are not splitting up.”“Though I know you’re dying to say ‘I told you so.’”“He’s older than you by around twenty years and sensitive about his age. I just want you to be careful. You’re young and pretty.”“Arm candy. I know.”Her agreement made me feel worse. When Pauline and I disagreed, there was vitality in our relationship. “You’ll find him and then you’ll talk. Did he mention what he was up to today?”“I don’t remember.”She didn’t remember, because she was upset with him. She couldn’t think, because she didn’t make fudge to help her think. But she had me.I had Pauline help me set out what little fudge I had left under a shady umbrella.
