“What are you, a boy scout?” she quizzed with a smile of appreciation.Wondered who was ahead of me. Saw your tracks earlier.”
“More than you’d think, but I design with the individual in mind and what they want. On occasion, my own vision creeps in but not often.”
Maggy picked up some dishes and carried them to the sink. She was captivated and she didn’t mind admitting it since it didn’t happen often.