by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
"Herb, the shoes go."
"The shoes go, I stay."
"Fine with me. I can take anybody on a cruise. There’s nothing in the Royal Caribbean contract that says you have to room with the person you married."
"How on God’s green earth, Freida, are we gonna co-habit a stateroom for seven days if we can’t even agree on what to pack?"