The Washington Island Ferryboat was a lucrative business for its skipper. For years, people had vacationed on the island, but the only way to get there was by a 30-minute jaunt to “fun-in-the-sun at forty dollars a pop” snickered the Commodore, “Cha-Ching!”
Melinda and Roy were making their twentieth trip to their favorite hidey-hole. Each time, she brought the captain fruit pudding – spending many hours toiling over it. The captain never thanked her, but this year she had a surprise.
On the way home, the Captain had a puckered face.
“Sugar” is all he said.
“Oops, Sorry!” she smiled coyly.