Amos bristled. “Never!”
“Let me know if anything changes.”
“ Right. That’s it then.”
Amos fumed on the drive home. “Bloody young up-start. I’ll not go back.”
Not paying attention, he tripped over the hose.
Liz grabbed his arm, preventing a fall. “Amos, be careful. Did you mention you’ve been doing that a lot?”
Amos burst into laughter, considering the previous conversation.
“Oh, Lizzie, when the doc was finished diddling my prostate I thought he asked did I tip often.”
