“I didn’t have a change of heart,” I tell him. “I think I’ve just realized it’s time.”
“You know I’m going to hold you to it.”
“I think that would be wise,” I tell him. “I’ve been known to waffle.”
“What do you say we get these goats bedded down for the night, and then we’ll go inside and break open that nice bottle of Malbec I’ve been saving.”
“That sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”