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Eb tossed a laundry bag into the back of my car. "Your Uncle was right, Chris ... you do take a lot of stuff camping."
I laughed. "I think his actual words are, 'I don't think Shackleton was as well equipped as you and Cheryl are when you camp'."
Eb paused, looking puzzled. "Shackleton?"
"Sir Earnest Shackleton ... he was an explorer who led a famous expedition to the Antarctic early in the twentieth century."
Eb nodded. "Oh, I get it."
I wasn't sure he did. "Anyway, yes ... we do take a lot of stuff ... and thanks for helping take it to the laundromat."
"Oh sure ... no problem." Eb started to toss another bundle into the car, but halted and said, "Do you think this will fit?"
I tested the rear gate of the car to see if it would close. "Not much room to spare ... but it''ll fit."
"Well, good thing this is the last one." Eb tossed in the bundle.
Cheryl opened the door and came into the garage with two more full clothes bags. "Here's the last of it." She set the bundles on the ground at our feet.
Eb and I looked at the two bundles and then at each other.
"You're kidding," I said.
"No ... that is it," she said.
Eb picked up one of the bundles. "Maybe I should put this in my car and follow you to the laundromat."
I picked up the other bundle. "No ... just stuff it in the back ... we'll make it fit."
Eb shrugged his shoulders and stuffed his bag in. He held it with one hand while I stuffed in the other bag and held it with a hand.
I reached up with my free hand and started pulling down the rear gate. "Okay, let go and I'll slam the gate shut," I said.
We both pulled away our hands just as the gate came crashing down. The bags of clothes strained at the windows like dough rising from bread pans.
Cheryl smiled. "Good job, boys."
"I don't think Shackleton could've carried this much stuff, either," said Eb.
"Shackleton?" asked Cheryl.
"Never mind," I said.
Cheryl shrugged. "Oh, Eb ... are you going to see Mary this afternoon?"
"I'm not sure ... why?" asked Eb.
"I've got some decorations to give her for Becky's shower."
"Will they fit in my car?"
Cheryl nodded. "Oh, sure ... it's just one box." She held her hands apart to indicate the size of it.
Eb wiped his forehead. "Whew, I thought we might need Shackleton's boat."