Ch 12 We take pictures by the lake but Sly and Doris want no part of it and it doesn’t hit me until now that of course they would not want to be with us – it is almost 4:00 p.m.

After the church photos and chatting are done, we depart for the lake to take more photos. It’s a prettier backdrops than the inside of Primo's plain little cinderblock (but with a heart) church.

Sly and Doris decide to go back to the house. They don’t want to go for photos.

“But we packed a cooler with cheese and sausage and beer,” I say. “We’re going to take pictures and have snacks. Our dinner reservation is for 6:00. There’s not really enough time to go back to the house and then come all this way out again to the restaurant. You’ll get to the house and pretty much have to turn around and come back.”

“We’re tired,” they insist. “We’d rather not go.”

Fine. I don’t care. They don’t have to go. They're grownups. They can choose what they want to do and don’t want to do.

We recalculate the car formula. Primo gives Sly his keys and he and Doris leave. The rest of us go to the lake and take more photos and have a lovely Sly- and Doris-free time.