“Take a break — and get away!” Your wife exclaimed, as she ran up the stairs and opened the door to your messy — ink splattered desk.

“Run with me for the summer; let’s go upstate!” Eliza happily tugged at your arm, you’d love to; but you had to get a plan to congress: She looked at you, seeing your tired expression, she tried to be a little bit more relaxed.

“We can all stay with my father,” She tugged at your arm once again, trying to convince you hard enough. “There’s a lake I know.. in a nearby park!” Eliza held your hand softly.