Still not exactly sure where this is going, but here's more one it.
"We're heading to the lake next weekend," Stuart told me not long after, "my family and I. I want you to come along."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," I replied honestly, giving a quick smile to my coworkers passing the open door.
He clapped me on the shoulder, but as usual let it rest a little too long. “It’ll be a working trip,” he offered. “You’ll get time and a half.”
I marked myself as out of office. After all, what could he do with four children and a wife running amok?
Like a family in a black-and-white film, the Baker clan waited for us on the steps of the lake house. Some of the clan, I corrected myself. The children I had met at the chili cookoff weren’t there.
Stuart kissed his wife before turning to me.
"You've met Regina," he said, squeezing her waist, "and this is my oldest boy, Graham. Graham is going to be a junior this year."
