“Holy crap, get a tape recorder. I'm right." Eric laughed, as he approached Cliff and put his hand out.

"Nice to meet you."

“Same here." Cliff shook Eric's hand then nodded approvingly.

"Strong grip there, kid. You keep yourself in shape."

“I try. Hey, is there an axe around? I want to chop some wood."

"In the shed." Cliff looked at him dubiously.

"You know how? You can really get hurt if you don't."

"My dad showed me how."

"Still, maybe tomorrow I'll come over show you again."

"Okay." Eric nodded, "That's cool."

“So anyway, we'll," Robin looked down.

“Change these sheets like we intended to and be out of your hair. The keys are on the kitchen table."

"You folks need help with the stuff in your trailer?" Cliff had gone over to the window that over looked the front of the house.

"That would be great if you don't mind." Emma gave him a grateful smile.

“It's been a long day."

"No problem. You have furniture coming?"

"Some stuff tomorrow, but we have movers." Eric told him.

"Well let me know if you need another pair of hands." Cliff walked past him and tapped his arm.

“How about we go start unloading the trailer and let the ladies chat?"

“Sure.” Eric put his hand out to Robin.

“Really nice to meet you."

“We get you're happy to see her." Emma shot him a look.

Eric grinned at Robin and turned to leave. As he passed her, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"If you looked any happier when I came up here you would have needed a cigarette."

He winked as she blushed furiously, then laughed.