comfortable enough."
"It's a small apartment on wheels!" Heyden
said. "With a kitchen and room to sleep five. At least,
the one I was looking at is," he concluded with a
down note.
"And you say you would just get in it and go? If
you could, you would do it immediately?"
"'Absolutely. Wouldn't we. Hannah?" I smiled.
"I'm leaving on a motor home," I sang, parodying the
famous song the folksingers Peter. Paul. and Mary
sang.
Heyden laughed and added. "Don't know when
I'll be back again."
We joined for. "Please. Uncle Linden, we've
got to go."
He laughed and shook his head, "You guys are
great. So how much is it you need really?"
"At least a few thousand." Heyden said. "We
don't have enough to rent the motor home for a
minimum of six months, which is what the owner
requires, and stake ourselves for at least two weeks.
We should get some work within that time." "A few thousand. huh? I've got money. Lots of
money and I don't have much use for it."
"We couldn't take your money, Uncle Linden."
I said quickly. I didn't want Heyden to have any false
hope.
"Oh, you won't be exactly taking it," he said. He rose and walked over to the dresser drawer.
Inside a sock he had hidden his bank account book.
He held it up. "I have ten thousand dollars in here," he
bragged.