The bartender, a mid-forties looking guy with a decent build and a mustache that put Magnum or the Bandit to shame, walked over and asked, "what'll it...be Mac?" Couldn't believe he actually said that. I ordered a Martini, dry, and I heard a little voice say, "could you order one of those for me too?" I started to smile and looked over to see a girl that didn't look a day over 11, maybe 12. She had long, light brown hair, styled nicely, brown eyes and a cute little nose. Her smile was contagious. I’m here to expose his secrets.A quick search through drawer, cabinet, and closet revealed nothing suspicious, and of hidden chambers in the walls, floor, or ceiling she could find no sign. Which left only the sturdy chest and its heavy lock.Carefully, she opened the lid, fearing some sort of trap. Inside were orderly piles of objects both familiar and strange. She gently rummaged through them, fearing undue noise, but found nothing more incriminating than strange books of lore, odd-looking. " Fine, I get it, but quit dancing in the endzone." Okay, but you still have to dance with me at our wedding."She kissed me once. "Deal, but may I ask you not to read too much into this first?" Into what?"She took a deep breath. "I want you and Nina to be there when I tell them that you proposed." You do, Sherri?" I asked softly, taking her hands in mine. "Are you going to invite them too?" Yes, because we both know that's what you want. I want it too, but we know it's for you." Fine, it's for. Let’s get you back on the trolley so we can get everyone home now, okay?”I led her back to her seat then went back up front and started the trolley up. Driving back to the cabin I heard the pets chatting like nothing had happened while Dawn and Hope whispered to each other. We pulled up to the cabin and the twins hopped out saying, “Back in a moment, Master.” They came back out a couple minutes later with their backpacks slung over their shoulders and hopped back on the trolley.“Thank you.