What the hell Barry, it could be any of these places,” Jerry chirped in the cool night air. Canandaigua’s water only gets to about 67 degrees in a good August, so at night, the lake cools the air.
“But I know their dock is square and they have a boathouse with a bedroom over it for guests. Sure enough this place fits that, and I know I’m right.”
“I hope, Thomas said in testosterese. “Throw me a line,” which he tied to a dock post in a hasty but accurate bowline.
“OK boys, here we go, but if this is the wrong house, we just turn and run, right?”Jerry asked.
As soon as we got up the steps I knew I had gotten lucky because I recognized the compound which included two wooden houses carved out of a hill that led up to the tennis court.
“You can hear them up there,” I said, pointing to the tennis court. At full pace we jogged up and Thomas yelled “We’re here ladies.”