“Max, we need to talk,” Rachel said. “And I think you know why.”
Max sighed. “Seriously? I couldn’t even begin to guess.”
“Just like a guy.” Rachel rolled her eyes. “Everything is deteriorating and you don’t even have a clue.”
“Come on. Isn’t that a bit dramatic? I thought you were happy. Just last week you said you had so much fun.” Max smiled as he tried to cajole her back to her normal good mood.
Rachel wasn’t having it. “That was before I realized things were falling apart to the point of danger and possible harm if we continue on.”
“Oh Rachel. For heaven’s sake!” Then Max saw where she was pointing and gasped in alarm.
He took her hand. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea the foundation was rotted out. We don’t have to spend Friday night in a silly old treehouse ever again. Let’s go to the movies!”