Dothan drives like a krimet on dosa when I let him get in the driver's seat."Jorie didn't know what a krimet was, but he was fairly certain that dosa ...ould compete with the Kita's version of liquor.Jorie slid into the driver's seat of the four-seater FAD. He was impressed with the cargo space in back even though there were several latched cases already secured. Most of the buttons and levers on the dash were familiar to Jorie, but not all of them."Are there any buttons I shouldn't push?" he. Mac was returning to his roots. Some would say he was trying to find himself. Others would say he was running from the modern world. For whatever reason he returned he hoped it would be forever. He had enough of the hustle and bustle of the city. He was tired of all the games men and especially women played to get one up on one another. Though he had departed this small town the moment he could he found living in the city was no better, just busier, noisier and more impersonal. In many aspects. ” On the way to Fort Smallwood – which is really no more than a crossroads, not a town – Bob told Terry about his conversation with George and Isolde. “What did they think?” asked Terry. “Well, neither of them exactly said so in words, but he had a gleam in his eye like he was interested. And she sure seemed interested, especially after I told them you were part of the deal.” Bob glanced sideways at Terry and grinned. “Whoa,” Terry said. “I’m not about to go breaking up a marriage. And if. We just have to be patient. Let’s just enjoy what we can get now, and savor it, store it away to look back on in our memories.’ She snuggled to him tighter and shivered. He reached his arm down and pulled the blankets up over them, tucking them in all around her. She stopped shivering and within minutes, her breathing had quieted. He glanced over her shoulder at her face and saw that she had fallen asleep. He decided to take a nap as well, and kissed her lightly, then closed his eyes and slept..