The Axfords played big band music, hauled in tubs of fresh oysters, and handed out plastic champagne flutes to hold the freely flowing beverage. They were wizards at making sure their guests had a good time, and I wasn’t surprised when I felt Louisa Axford’s firm hand on my shoulder as I stood at their boat’s bow, looking out over the dark waters of Janay Lake. The sun had gone down half an hour earlier and the last remnants of daylight still glowed on the horizon. “Minnie, is anything wrong?” she asked. “Don’t tell me that Chris finally managed to offend you.” I could hear the smile in her voice, but I knew she was studying me closely. I made a laugh. “The day he offends me is the day I go online and order up a new sense of humor.” Chris Ballou was the manager of Uncle Chip’s Marina, and was the most politically incorrect human on the planet. Taking him seriously would be as sensible as thinking Eddie could actually understand what I said to him.
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