“I’ve been thinking,” said Howard, scooping up raisins and oatmeal.
“You know that scares me,” said Rachel. She folded the morning paper and put it on the table.
“Let’s canoe the Yellowstone. It’s 643 miles long, longest undammed river in the country.”
“We don’t know anything about canoes or rivers.”
“It will be exciting, and a groovy thing to do.” Howard spooned up more oatmeal.
“We’ll drown. Drowning isn’t a groovy thing.”
“No, we won’t.”
“You can’t be sure of that,” Rachel said.
“Yes, I can.”
“Are you trying to kill us?”
“No. I’m trying to get us to live.”
“You know that scares me,” said Rachel. She folded the morning paper and put it on the table.
“Let’s canoe the Yellowstone. It’s 643 miles long, longest undammed river in the country.”
“We don’t know anything about canoes or rivers.”
“It will be exciting, and a groovy thing to do.” Howard spooned up more oatmeal.
“We’ll drown. Drowning isn’t a groovy thing.”
“No, we won’t.”
“You can’t be sure of that,” Rachel said.
“Yes, I can.”
“Are you trying to kill us?”
“No. I’m trying to get us to live.”
