"Well, I just got back from anthropological dig in Egypt."` "You were there for a while, Keith and I will be there before you finish that story."
"I know I could go on for hours about the ruins we uncovered."
I laughed. Keith turned left on Porter St. "All right, I have to go, tell everyone thanks and I'll see you later."
"Okay, love ya and be safe."
"I will. Love you, too."
Keith turned on Hawthorne and I filled him on the rest of the conversation.
"If she does that, the guests may be asleep by the time we get there," he joked.
"I know. Oh look there it is."
Keith drove up to the gate and entered in the security code. The huge iron gates swung open and Keith continued driving. Senator Edwards owned a five acre estate with a beautiful garden; trees were lined alongside the winding driveway that led to the mansion. Keith parked on the side of the house, asked Presley to watch Michael and then we walked to the front door. The red brick mansion covered in Ivy was beautiful, it was two stories and I could easily imagine that it had over fifteen rooms.