each other over silly little things.”
Harold frowned. “Who’re you calling silly?”
Jerry held up his hands to shush them. “Why don’t you two go for a short ride on the bicycle while I figure out what to do for dinner tonight?”
His mother’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re cooking?”
Jerry grinned back at her and nodded. “Yep. I took a cooking class so we could enjoy some meals here and you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.”
“I thought we’d go to Grouper’s Seafood Grill,” Jerry’s dad quipped. Rosemary shoved a fist onto her hip. “Last time we went there you said there was too much racket.”
Jerry’s dad made a face. “That was last time. I’m in the mood for a little fun tonight.” He did a little twist that made Jerry smile.
“Okay, so what’ll it be, folks? Eat here or out? I’m cool with whatever you two want to do.”
“In,” Rosemary said, beating her husband to the draw. “Since you went to all that trouble to learn how to cook, I think it’s only right for us to enjoy it.” She turned to scowl at her husband.
“Dad?”
His father grumbled a few seconds before finally nodding. “Whatever the two of you want. It’s never been my decision anyway. Don’t know why we should start now.”
Before going into the well-appointed galley-style kitchen to start dinner, he helped his parents into their new helmets. His dad reached up and tugged at the strap beneath his chin. Jerry tilted his head forward, issued a stern look, and lifted his eyebrows. When his dad let go of the strap, Jerry relaxed.
“Don’t be gone too long,” he said. “Mom, if you don’t recognize a street, don’t go down it. I don’t want you to get lost on our first day here.”
“We’re not children,” his father snapped.
“Oh, get over yourself, Harold. He’s just showing us he cares.” With that, Rosemary adjusted her helmet strap and took the lead. “Let’s go have some fun, Harold. Think you can remember what that means?”
“I know how to have fun,” he grumbled.
“Then stop acting like a ninny and show it.”
Jerry shook his head as his parents slammed the door shut behind them. In spite of all the griping and snappiness, he had no doubt his parents loved each other with all their hearts. It had to be frustrating to go from being active, productive people to dealing with the confines of aging.
Lord, please show me how to bring some joy into my parents’ lives. All I want is for them to be happy…no, make that content.
Amanda dropped some pens into the holder by the cash register and removed her night-deposit pouch. Lacy had called and asked her to pick up some sandwiches on the way home.
She’d phoned in her order so it would be ready when she arrived. The instant she walked out the door, she spotted an elderly couple on one of her bicycles—the tandem bike. The one Jerry had picked up that morning.
Chapter Two
Amanda stood on the sidewalk for a few seconds as the elderly couple rounded the corner, the woman on the front obviously controlling their course while the man on the back pedaled as though his life depended on it.
From where she stood, they appeared to be an attractive couple, but they weren’t the ones who’d rented the bike. She’d never even seen them before. Jerry hadn’t mentioned anyone else. She hesitated, thinking about getting their attention and saying something—but what? Who are you, and why are you on this bicycle? No, that wouldn’t be right. After all, she didn’t have any rules about not letting other people use the equipment.
She turned and quickly walked toward the sub shop, where she knew her order would be waiting. Before going inside, she cast another glance over her shoulder at the elderly couple.
After they rounded the corner, out of sight, she turned and shoved open the door to the sub shop. The guy at the counter grinned. “How’s the bicycle business?”
“Good,” she said. “Enjoying a little breather after a crazy