Convo with Strider

I answered the telephone and Strider asked, "Is the HG handy?"

"Why, yes," I exclaimed. "I find her exceedingly handy in the kitchen and about the house."

"I knew that was coming," he laughed. "But can I talk to her?"

I called to the HG, who was in the kitchen making dinner for our expected group for supper- meaning, we were expecting to need to feed anywhere from 14-18 people (it was 14). She had to wash and dry her hands first and then, for some reason, wanted to speak privately to her man, so went to another room.

While we waited for her, I continued my conversation with the man who is taking her away from us all.

"As a matter of fact," I told him meaningfully, "I find her indispensably handy."

"Sorry," he said briskly but not unkindly, "Too late now."

"I should have thought of that before we said you could court her?" I asked.

"Exactly," he said.

Of course, I did think of that before, but, while we tease them both about him taking her away, and while we tease her unmercifully about the fact that she is seldom here and rather head in the clouds when she is physically here, it is also delightful to know what a beautiful team these two make and it is a joy to see how happy he makes her.