"If we could stay here forever..." Brian began as they sat with their hips pressed together. In front of them, a roaring campfire blazed.

"It would be ideal," Taffy responded, reaching to turn the spit roasting their freshly caught fish. "Communing with nature. What a life!"

"I guess we'll have to go back tomorrow. I'll have to be at the construction site early in the morning. Seven on the dot, Mr. Mason, said when he hired me." Brian's voice showed his lack of enthusiasm.

"And I have to go back to the bank." Taffy wasn't thrilled about returning to her teller's job.

"Reality." Brian leaned toward the fire with his elbows on his knees.

"Blah. Blah, Blah." Taffy placed her elbows on her knees too.

"Yeah, blah, blah," Brian added.

"Let's never be like our parents, Bri," Taffy stated, catching his eyes with her own. "I hate the status quo."

"Me too. Why be a part of it?"

"Hmmm..."

"We're going to end up like them, you know," Brian finally stated after a long pause in their conversation.

"Perish the thought!"

"Well, we are."

"Says who?"

"That's just the way it is, Taff," Brian stated, shifting a pebble out of the sand. He tossed it into the roaring fire.

"We'll hang on as long as we can," Taffy sighed, then paused. "I love it out here. I wish we could stay."

"Maybe Uncle Mortie will let us come back."

"It's a thought..."