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"Has it been that long," Francine pondered? "Um, now that I think about it, I guess it has. We started coming here right after Chester passed away. He would have liked it here - you know he always loved the beach. I don't think it's changed much over the years, do you?"
"No, I guess just they patch the shingles and slap on a new coat of paint every couple of years. I wonder how they get the color matched so perfectly after all these years."
Edith yawned, stretched and pulled her suitcase out of the trunk. "I don't know, I guess it's all that new technology. As the kids are always saying, 'there's an app for that'. So, do we cook or go out? I say we go out. It was a long ride, and I'm tuckered. There wil be plenty of time to shop for groceries tomorrow."
Francine, agreeing that they should let someone else do the cooking tonight, said "OK, I think I'll go for a swim before dinner just to relax a bit. Want to join me?"
"Sure" Edith answered from the hall, "but I'd like to get a few things put away first. Edith began to put her stuff into the drawers on the left side of the dresser. Francine always used the right side. It's funny how little things become habit after so many years. The dresser's faded finish showed its age just like the old faucet out back where guests have been rinsing the sand from their feet for decades. The storms and salt water are hard on the pipes. They are rusted and showing some patina, but like the sister's reminiscence upon arrival, not much had changed over 20 years, including the old rusty water pipe.
This was written for Magpie Tales #27