A TRIP TO THE STARS
“You’ve got to be kidding!” she said looking at the row of four observatories.
“What do you mean, Honey?”
“When you described a package deal called ‘Honeymoon Under the Stars’ I thought you meant a warm, exotic beach.”
“But, Sweetheart, it’s the only place on earth to spend a week in a real observatory and study the heavens.”
“Harold, I don’t want to study the stars. I want to feel like I’ve been carried there by love … and speaking of that … how can we … you know … in that kind of place?”
“Don’t worry, my love,” he said, kissing her thoroughly. “I’ll give you a trip to the stars whether you ever look through that telescope or not.”