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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
Страница: 465 из 490I had a whole wardrobe in London, soI just threw some odds and ends in my suitcase, and Susan saw this as an opportunity to pack more of her clothes in my luggage. She said, “I have some nice things in the basement that I haven’t gotten around to unpacking.”
Well, we could be gone a lot longer than three weeks, so I didn’t object.
After we packed our suitcases, we took a nap, then at about 5:00 P.M., I got up and said to Susan, “I’m going to run into Locust Valley for a few things. Would you like to come?”
“No, I have a lot to do here, but I’ll give you a list of what I need.”
So I got dressed and said to her, “Keep the doors locked, and don’t go outside.”
She didn’t reply.
I further advised her, “Keep the carbine or the shotgun near you. I’ll put the carbine in the umbrella stand near the front door.”
“John-”
“Susan, we have about” – I looked at my watch – “less than fifteen hours before we’re lifting off the runway. Let’s play it safe.”
She shrugged, then asked me, “What time do you want the car to pick us up for a seven-thirty A.M. flight?”
We’d have to leave for the airport at about 5:00 A.M. in the dark, so I replied, “We will take my rental car so that I can keep the carbine with us, and we’ll park the car in the long-term lot.”
“I’d really rather take a car service and avoid the hassle.”
“Me, too. But we need to take that final precaution.”
She didn’t look happy about that and said, “John, we’re going on vacation – not into battle.”
“Don’t argue with me, or I’ll call your father and tell him to straighten you out.”
She smiled and said, “You are going to be insufferable.”
“Yes.”
I gave her a kiss, and she said, “Don’t be too long. Do you want my cell phone?”
“I do.” She gave me her cell phone, and I said goodbye, took the carbine, and went downstairs. I placed the rifle in the umbrella stand, then went out the front door, which I locked.
I had the keys for both cars, and I decided to take my Taurus, which would be easier to park downtown.
I got in and drove down the driveway. When I got to the gatehouse, I used the remote and the gates swung inward. I had a thought, and I honked my horn, then got out of the car.
The gatehouse door opened, and a young security guard, whom I didn’t know, came out.
I said to him, “I’m Mr. Sutter and I live in the guest cottage.”
“Yes, sir.
Well, we could be gone a lot longer than three weeks, so I didn’t object.
After we packed our suitcases, we took a nap, then at about 5:00 P.M., I got up and said to Susan, “I’m going to run into Locust Valley for a few things. Would you like to come?”
“No, I have a lot to do here, but I’ll give you a list of what I need.”
So I got dressed and said to her, “Keep the doors locked, and don’t go outside.”
She didn’t reply.
I further advised her, “Keep the carbine or the shotgun near you. I’ll put the carbine in the umbrella stand near the front door.”
“John-”
“Susan, we have about” – I looked at my watch – “less than fifteen hours before we’re lifting off the runway. Let’s play it safe.”
She shrugged, then asked me, “What time do you want the car to pick us up for a seven-thirty A.M. flight?”
We’d have to leave for the airport at about 5:00 A.M. in the dark, so I replied, “We will take my rental car so that I can keep the carbine with us, and we’ll park the car in the long-term lot.”
“I’d really rather take a car service and avoid the hassle.”
“Me, too. But we need to take that final precaution.”
She didn’t look happy about that and said, “John, we’re going on vacation – not into battle.”
“Don’t argue with me, or I’ll call your father and tell him to straighten you out.”
She smiled and said, “You are going to be insufferable.”
“Yes.”
I gave her a kiss, and she said, “Don’t be too long. Do you want my cell phone?”
“I do.” She gave me her cell phone, and I said goodbye, took the carbine, and went downstairs. I placed the rifle in the umbrella stand, then went out the front door, which I locked.
I had the keys for both cars, and I decided to take my Taurus, which would be easier to park downtown.
I got in and drove down the driveway. When I got to the gatehouse, I used the remote and the gates swung inward. I had a thought, and I honked my horn, then got out of the car.
The gatehouse door opened, and a young security guard, whom I didn’t know, came out.
I said to him, “I’m Mr. Sutter and I live in the guest cottage.”
“Yes, sir.