The sun inched even lower. Shadows darkened the surface of the pond. Quincy looked out at his holdings with pride. When he did find his voice, he said, “Would you like a house? There’s enough land for you to have one way back in the corner from the main house. That way I won’t have to hear all those women you bring home. Boy, I bet they can hear them wailing with pleasure all the way across the county line!”
“I bet they surely can!” Quincy laughed at his own joke.
Adam looked at Quincy. “You must be very upset, because you can’t tell a joke if your life depended on it. If you’re serious, I’d love to build a house here.”
Even though Adam’s life came with a lot of lovers, Quincy still believed that one day his sister would marry his friend. Adam had proposed to Olivia numerous times, but she never took him seriously. He believed Adam dated other women to make Olivia jealous. Aside from his womanizing ways, Adam had a kind and gentle heart, and he loved Olivia.
“Once you have your own home, you can find a better selection of women to court. I know you’re probably tired of living on the edge with some of those biddies from Madge’s place. Boy, you need to find a decent woman, settle down, and then give Uncle Quincy a niece or nephew!”
Both men laughed. Neither one of them were thinking about marrying anyone.
“Man, are you crazy? I can’t even take care of myself. It’d be a travesty to marry a nice woman and have a lot of kids. They’d probably drive me crazy! As for Madge’s girls, they have more mileage on their backs than a road map. I’ll pass.”
“Once you pick the lot, we’ll build your house together,” Quincy said, “Matter-of-fact, can you help me build the other houses?
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