" he said chopping the sentence off before the lump in his throat made his voice break.But then there was a bump in Fred's road.Brenda, this is going ...to be hard on me, Fred thought."Hard on you? What about me? I vote no. Give the roses to your women. I don't want to go anywhere near the graveyard where my body is buried. Let's get started toward Callaway Gardens."A frown creased Fred's forehead as he thought, Brenda, I have to go visit your grave. I buried my soul mate there..."You buried my. Where’s the rest of the money come from?”Kelly blushed prettily. “That’s mine. All I can say is that’s every dime I’ve got ... and then a few. You two have a hell of a business going here. There aren’t too many opportunities in the Rust Belt.”A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. Sandy brought back another brown paper bag and opened three cans of beer. “Cheers!” she said. “Kelly, this is twice today. The first time was just before you came when we found out about the South American. She wouldn’t be sitting in a hot tub again anytime soon. The BBQ area had been a labor of love between my father and I. We had taken a week and built it together. Mom and Dad were frequent guests on the weekends. The wife’s mom was over just as much as mine were. It was nice to be surrounded by family.I got into my truck and sorrowfully drive off. I would never see the master bathroom that had taken me 4 months to finish because of the wife breaking her fibula and tibia and not being able to. She organized a trip to the movies, and then a romp through our local arcade. When my friends went home, she told my mom she wanted to borrow me for awhile, and Kate drove me to the local Toys R' Us. She handed me four fifty dollars bills."I'll be right here. Go wild, k**. You've got two hours."Oh my God! Thank you! Kate? Where did you get-" Never mind that, Alex. Get in there and have fun."I did have fun. It was like my own personal toy run. Two hours later, I came back with a cartload of.